<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:59:47.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-conformist</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-3226598460580172998</id><published>2008-06-03T19:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T09:28:44.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have many things to say after procrasinating for 2 month xD But now, there's only one thing that matters. Multiplication. I was expecting it. Was not prepared for it. God's told me it's going to be year of major positioning, that "I will place you in places you've never gone". Well, it's happening. God's told me it's going to be a year of intense spiritual attack. It's happening. And I'm tired, even though I have no right to be. Tired for no reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God reminded me on that super fun day we went to NUS Prince George's Park, what He began in me during Battlecall. As I stood in the multipurpose hall, I remember the anthem that was ringing out through that same hall, the anthem of an army that would go wherever the commander leads. I will go. Then I remember the SP empowerment, how God was changing my life from the inside out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And yay, I'm on fire again and ready to take on the world. Well, no. Strength begins to fade. All the hyped-up feelings will eventually drain away. And you're left with nothing. You're left thirsty. You're left helpless, vulnerable, tired for no reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Never know what's going to happen, what's coming next. Well, the solution came from God with such divine timing. =) Through a movie. Peter was tired. In front of him was an army that could so easily annhiliate his. His response: "I'm done waiting for someone who will never appear." Maybe you're thinking this way now. Maybe you're impatient from waiting so long for the return of the King. Maybe endless setbacks and trials have eaten away at your desperation. And you find yourself at a place where, "I'm done waiting". I know I was. Well, God's answer is simple. Wait. Plug back into the source. Wait for My power. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was a hard choice to go to Sunday. =) I know God's going to test me even more. And yes, I will be tired out and weakened from the battle raging on. But such a promise lies in waiting. In anticipating. In wanting and seeking and finding. In being desperate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Why do you say, O Jacob, and complain, O Israel, 'My way is hidden from the LORD; my cause is disregarded by my God'? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you not know? Have you not heard?&lt;/em&gt; The LORD is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will &lt;strong&gt;not grow tired or weary&lt;/strong&gt;,and his understanding no one can fathom.&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;em&gt;gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak&lt;/em&gt;. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall;&lt;br /&gt;But those who HOPE in the LORD will renew their strength. &lt;strong&gt;They will soar on wings like eagles;  they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-3226598460580172998?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/3226598460580172998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=3226598460580172998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/3226598460580172998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/3226598460580172998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-many-things-to-say-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-2551840809713448566</id><published>2008-05-06T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:27:11.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 Reasons to watch History Chanel (Even though it's kinda boring):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Learn things I never knew of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First-class documentary presentations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Much more interesting to watch than a history class xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It puts you to sleep when you're tired xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unlike any other chanel, IT ISN'T AFRAID TO ACKNOWLEDGE THAT JESUS IS PART OF HISTORY. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-2551840809713448566?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/2551840809713448566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=2551840809713448566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/2551840809713448566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/2551840809713448566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2008/05/5-reasons-to-watch-history-chanel-even.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-2719257793401187879</id><published>2008-05-05T13:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:10:21.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quick post in the midst of exams. Sometimes it's good to mug. xD Not that I enjoy it. But it's because somehow God slots in a reminder here and there. I was going through my history notes. Perfectly normal. And then I came across my notes on Communism which I had completely forgot about. In case you don't know, communism is the complete removal of any social class, any every gets equal status with equal share of benefit. We were suppose to discuss whether this is a good form of government in a country. And I wrote, "Too good to be true. Everyone has to be kind, honest and put others before you. A certain impossibility." Reading this remark again reminded me of how imperfect this world is. How unstable it is. But i really like this =) Slotted just next to this statement, I wrote something really random and yet, it was the reassurance of a loving Father. "Democracy=Freedom? JESUS=Freedom"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was brought back to a moment in time, last year in my times of extreme lows, and then I saw the love of God holding on to me. I was brought back to the Battlecall camp, where God was pouring forth annointing and bring us into a history-making moment. I look back at what I've done before, and I fear i might go back to the same thing. Maybe you feel this way. Well, God is saying to you today. You're free. You're free. You're free to dance, free to jump, free to live out the victory He has purposed for you. I'M FREE.  My sins, He has cast away as far as the east is from the west. My past, He will use to reflect His glory. I AM FREE. Whenever you get bombarded spiritually, whenever you think you're this close to going back to your past, let the resounding praise of God drown out the utter lies whispered into your ears. I AM FREE. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-2719257793401187879?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/2719257793401187879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=2719257793401187879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/2719257793401187879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/2719257793401187879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2008/05/quick-post-in-midst-of-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-1535457621752841066</id><published>2008-04-15T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:42:50.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I beseech anyone who is reading this blog to tag my board. NOW. NOW. Thank you in advance. xD&lt;br /&gt;Odyssey of the Mind was amazingly fun, incredibly tiring and totally worth-it. Thank you guys (even tho they probably won't be reading it) for making this one of my best experiences ever. I enjoyed every moment spent (seriously), the serious scoldings, the moments of frayed tempers, the times of panic and the many times of fun, especially when thinking of the script. =) It's been a pleasure working with you guys. And I would gladly do it all over again with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Gearing up for prayer group multiplication. Operation "My School, my harvest" will network Christians all over RV. Various cell grp leaders have been selected (not informed). We're about to do a sweep of all the sec1 class and find any Christian we can find. We're expecting exponential multiplication. Like multiplication up to a 3-digit number. And for the first time, we're preparing for exponential multiplication. We're praying for a open floodgates over RV, and that God will not hold back on the greatest revival ever seen in RV. Revival town. That's what I want this place to be called.&lt;br /&gt;And all around RV, the mountains are starting to tremble. As God's Anthem rises out through RV, let the heavens rain down and drench this barren land. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-1535457621752841066?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/1535457621752841066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=1535457621752841066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/1535457621752841066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/1535457621752841066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-beseech-anyone-who-is-reading-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-6463578645702833891</id><published>2008-03-15T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T22:05:53.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tried updating. Usually run out of time. And man has it been a hectic week. I'll start with something long overdue. Tag replies. Note to self: Tags that don't make any more sense after such a long time will not be replied. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag replies&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cass--Er i think i tagged you right. I can't remember because it was last yr!!&lt;br /&gt;laura--Haha thanks! For all your encouragements. And bye cyrus.&lt;br /&gt;shawn and LIN--HAPPY NEW YEAR! LOL. Even tho it's 3mths past the new year...&lt;br /&gt;cyrus--I dont have enough time to reply everything. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Mich friend--ELLO. i like to say a big thankyou!&lt;br /&gt;Ah i give up. Sorry to does I haven't responded to. If you're offended, come to my church "Guilty" event to accept my apology! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;WOW. What a March. What a holiday. It's been an amazing month. Due to not posting, if i mention all of them this post will probably not end. Firstly, prayer group was amazing. 2 hrs of non-stop prayer and worship. WOOHOO was CHAO fun. Haha I love my buzzgrp. We rock Godchasers!&lt;br /&gt;But what a holiday. What a SP empowerment it has been. I came there with not much expectations, until it started. Then I started to expect something out of God, and found it return to my double-fold. I love the PT! I love the amazing race and my team! =) I love "Follow Me"! All were crazily tiring and yet fun. Especially PT. Woah.&lt;br /&gt;But all the service were the most incredible. Nothing can describe my experience with God on the altar. On Day 1, i found God bringing me back to a picture of me compromising in the past. "I have never let you go, and your past I will remember no more--your past will reflect My glory." And i started to weep and weep and weep. And what God said after that is personal, yet i assure you, you cannot imagine how intimate He was. And there, as I knelt at the altar, God performed a heart operation, where my heart was broken for His. Where my life was completely transformed.&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 was entirely in church. Morning service. Sorry but I'my trying not to use the normal cliches. But i just can't. It was amazing. And the vision Bro Andy saw when he prayed for me: That is something I cannot describe. To be able to receive the affirmation from God that He is using me and will use me even greater. And the night service. I can confidently say that the annointing would be one of the defining moments of my life. When P. Gary annointed me, I heard the affirmation from God that my future has already been written out. And God began to give me all His plans, and His agenda became my life's agenda. And when God's Anthem began to ring out from the leaders of IGNYTE, I sense a thundering in the spiritual realm, the sound of the vast army of God marching as one. Last year, the battlecall was sounded. This year, we stepped into line. Now, we are marching on.&lt;br /&gt;"Guilty" event tomorrow. I pray for open floodgates and God begin to pour forth His rain. I pray for open hearts and a huge soul harvest. Even as I look back from now to the start of this year, I see a new beginning. Oh, but this is only the beginning. See how it springs up. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-6463578645702833891?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/6463578645702833891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=6463578645702833891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/6463578645702833891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/6463578645702833891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-tried-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-8792602473819874437</id><published>2008-02-27T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T18:54:08.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This post is dedicated to taylin. As in, not dedicated to spastic corn. I mean I'm not saying it to her, i'm just saying it because she asked me to say it. Argh. Can't even post an emo post. Ok forget i said this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This post is dedicated to taylin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I am an utter failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Why can't you love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Why can't you accept me for who I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Why can't you see what I would do for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Can't you see I would do anything for you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOL. Actually that wasn't that bad, considering this is the first time I've tried being emo. Of course, I didn't mean anything I said. Heard that cyrus. I DIDN'T MEAN THAT. &amp;amp; I know I'm not a utter failure. Actually, I know I rock. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today's prayer group was a prayer walk around the school. Not a lot of people followed. But I believe every prayer made has been sealed in the name of Jesus, that we have bound and loosed in heaven will be bound and loosed in RV. We were laying hands on almost everything. The classrooms, and for me the most personal one, me and francis layed hands on every table that our friends sit that we are targetting for a salvation. And we also found a perfect place where we could meet up. Classified location. All I can say is that it's very quiet, very seldom-used, and it has air-con. Praying for a confirmation from God. Do not wanna push the limits too much. Yup, meetings are about to get a lot more powerful. Hallelujah, Our God reigns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-8792602473819874437?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/8792602473819874437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=8792602473819874437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/8792602473819874437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/8792602473819874437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-post-is-dedicated-to-taylin.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-9011433967906925396</id><published>2008-02-18T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T10:51:02.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YAY. First post of 2008. A little late, but still. I'm posting now. Stop asking me to update.&lt;br /&gt;It has been an amazing first 2 months. I have seen amazing promises coming to fulfillment in the past 2 months, and yet this is only the beginning. I sense a revival waiting to break out over RV, a revolution being sparked off. Valentine's Day was an incredible event. 2 events in one week. The first event being the prayer grp Valentine's Day Special.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the prayer group, what God has done in just 2 mths in nothing short of incredible. The prayer grp hasn't been growing. It has been multiplying. For the past 2 mths it has multiplied by 3 times. That's more than the vision God gave me in the camp. And only for the first 2 mths. I clearly remember the first prayer grp meeting this year, where 4 of us met up for a meeting that was suppose to be 30mins but dragged on to 1.5hrs. The meeting, I belive, where the cry that God can't deny finally rose out of RV, and when He came down and began to move in there. And he hasn't stop. Every meeting has been consumed with His presence. Yes, we now have praise and worship. Led by Cyrus. Guitar played by yours truly. And each meeting, everyone can testify, God was truly bringing us to a whole new level.&lt;br /&gt;Haha the Valentine's Day. skit was so funny. All the actors left, so me and francis had to act as all 3 couples. Francis makes a good girl btw. Yup, the skit was totally unprepared and impromptu. Which wasn't a problem, considering how good the actors are. Hope it was entertaining. Quite sure it was entertaining, for the wrong reasons. Basically, the skit showed many type of rejections of love. Which includes a Romeo and Juliet balcony scene. Imagine that. After the skit, I gave a short message about love. When I say short, it was suppose to be short. But I felt the annointing of God was so strong that day, I talked on for quite some time. And for a first prayer grp event, I am really proud of the people who worked with me. We had 9 non-Christians that day, and even though there were no salvations, I praise God for the victory that day. Gone are the days where the prayer grp focus on themselves, we have become an outward-looking ministry. I'm ready for more.&lt;br /&gt;P.S I love you was incredible. On the day before, I confirmed that 4 ppl were coming. Wasn't prepared for 10 people to come. It was really tiring. Coach wouldn't let me off early. Now I respect my coach, really. Which is why I ignored him and left without his permission. Got scolded quite badly the next day. It was worth it. The event was incredible. Over 100 FTVs turned up for the event, with a total attendance of 504 filling up the audi. It was amazing to see how far God has taken Ignyte ministry. I had prayed hard for the salvation of one of my friend for almost a year now. and she even came for the prayer grp skit. She finally got saved. Yup, spastic corn you had no idea how hard I prayed for you so that you would go up on that day to the front.&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 months had passed. And yet, God is already beginning a new thing, bringing forth an advance. Seeing what God can do in just two months, more than ever, I am desperate for more. I hold firm to the vision God had given me: That on the grounds of RV, He will build His church, and it will bring forth revival that has never been seen in RV before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-9011433967906925396?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/9011433967906925396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=9011433967906925396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/9011433967906925396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/9011433967906925396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2008/02/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-1498980567233181169</id><published>2007-12-31T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T10:42:11.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow. It has been an amazing year. Truly amazing. As I look back, read my previous posts and journal entries, I see God's power at work in my life. And I see His love holding on to me no matter what I've done. Amazingly, I still miss 2006. Ah, my P6 class. And now, 2007 is coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;2007, more than any year before, has been a year of ups and downs. It's the first year where I have truly rose up to answer His call, and have experienced warfare that you could never imagine. And as I read my journal at the point of time when the prayer group was starting, right there, I see God's faitfulness to the end. &lt;em&gt;"The prayer group is strating up, and I am emotionally exhausted. And yet I press on. I press on because I know my God is with me, and He can move all mountains. I look forward to the day I stand before God and give him a good report on souls brought to His kingdom."&lt;/em&gt; And then God brought the prayer group to fulfillment. I thought the worse was over. Boy, was I wrong. For I found myself in the crosshairs of Satan.&lt;br /&gt;All out war broke lose on me, temptations come like a flood, trials and long valleys of darkness. So many times I succumbed. Reading my journal, you can literally see what a state I was in. And yet, God's never,ever let go of me. And out of this period of darkness, some of the most beautiful journal entries(no matter how unfrequent), came out. One of them was on 10/8/07. A 6-point entry on how to overcome sin in your life. And through this, God has been leading me to a more specific call. "With this 6 points, you will break people out of bondages. You shall walk with My power, look straight through people's eyes, and darkness WILL NOT be able to hide. You will lay hands on them, and their bondages will break right there. And this period you went through shall be a testimony for Me." I know God had preplanned this dark moment in my life. For what Satan meant for evil, God turned it around for good. And for the rest of my life, I will look back to this period and say, "Amazing love! How can it be?"&lt;br /&gt;Many more things happened this year. So many, yet all, no matter how bad the situation is, demonstrates what a mighty God we serve. One of the definate highlights was Roy's salvation. I stand in awe till this day of what God could do in Roy's life.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, looking back, God's love still takes my breath away. Amazing love. How can it be? This year has been great. Truly great. But next year will bring even more challenges and trials. God has been reminding me a lot of times to expect spiritual warfare on a scale I have never seen before. Am I scared? Well, I'll be lying if i said I'm not. But God is on my side. Who shall I fear? Can all my mistakes, my trials and persecution, angels and demons, can they seperate me from the love of God? For I am convinced, looking back at this year, that NOTHING can seperate me from the love of God. 2008 will be a year where limits will be nonexistent, where God will bring everyone to a whole new level. I am ready to advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For all You have done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-1498980567233181169?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/1498980567233181169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=1498980567233181169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/1498980567233181169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/1498980567233181169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/12/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-7251755668100630208</id><published>2007-12-25T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T22:55:29.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!! I'm finally back from overseas, had to leave immediately after camp. Reading all the Ignyters blog posts after camp, I still feel the fire that was ignyted so strongly in BATTLECALL. Camp was awesome. My life is forever changed.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose if I type out in detail everything that happened in camp, it would go on forever. Every moment, I'm sure, God was there with us. And I know He is still moving in all of our lives. And really, there are NO words that can describe what God has done in this camp.&lt;br /&gt;So many moments in the camp that take my breath away. One moment is on the first night, when the hall blacked out. I am sure God planned for that to happen. Cause there at the altar with no lights on, when all the good music faded away, there He starts speaking so clearly. God was moving so powerfully I found myself weeping like never before. You could feel the desperateness build up. And God was speaking so profoundly and I saw this vision. Prayer group in RV on their knees in prayer at the grandstand. Just that the number of people was twice that of the number now. WOW. Now I am still speechless. Even typing now, I feel this burning within me. Man, it's incredible.&lt;br /&gt;Another amazing thing is how God spoke to me on the last night service. As the leaders were getting annointed by PGC, God spoke to me in my group. "I will send you into tough circumstances, and &lt;u&gt;to the ends of this earth&lt;/u&gt;. Will you go?" "Only by your annointing." And I got on my knees and let the consuming fire burn in me. And really, I sense this annointing, as if God was pouring the annointing oil on me. A burning I never felt. A burning I want to bring back to my school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And God's anthem ringing out through the camp. And Ignyte marching as one army into the chapel. Every moment, God was bringing us to another level. To another level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And now I know, no matter how many times I've succumbed, God will use me mightily. He will rise me up to be a history maker. Man, I really cannot describe this camp. Let's advance into this new year with the fire of God still burning, as history makers into our schools. The battlecall has rung. The mission bell is ringing. Will we answer it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I will go&lt;br /&gt;Wherever You lead&lt;br /&gt;I will follow&lt;br /&gt;And I have counted the cost&lt;br /&gt;I will carry the cross&lt;br /&gt;So take my hands&lt;br /&gt;All that I have they are Yours&lt;br /&gt;And You have laid out my course&lt;br /&gt;I will live for this cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-7251755668100630208?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/7251755668100630208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=7251755668100630208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/7251755668100630208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/7251755668100630208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-im-finally-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-5577667302532776592</id><published>2007-12-10T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:34:10.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This will be my last post for a long long time...Won't be updating for probably 2 more weeks. So so so excited. Argh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IH outing was super duper duper fun. WOOHOO. Especially oswyn. The game we were playing...you were suppose to say "sa4" as in "kill!" and "sa4 fan3" as in "reject kill!!" Then oswyn was like saying "fan sa" and everything wrong. He got wrong like 8 times so he had to forfeit and he got to slap Sis Kim!! Well, even though it was an extremely fun time, it was a great time fellowshipping with each other, sharing testimonies and edifying each other. Fun fun fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SP empowerment today. It was so amazing. Yup, I did fall asleeps for one section. It was so tiring. Mainly because of the games. Lol, my group. They all passed message from "see the things unseen" to "salute goodness and hate evil". Dunno who starting saluting. And Bro Andy pushed my entire line on the floor. I did kick him quite hard. But still. The last part was so amazing. You know, their times when you feel a nudging or a little stirring in your spirit. Well, today was real stirring. As God stirred up a passion for His name for the leaders, you start to feel something break. It is so amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And yet, I have faith it is nothing to compared to what God will do in "Battlecall". I have faith that it won't just be a stirring, but will transform into a blizzard, a tornado, a hurricane for God. I believe we will see God moving like never before, and bring annointing like has never been experienced before. What did you journal down for your expectations? Have faith God will meet them. I can't describe what I believe God will do in the camp and what will become of me. No one will live this camp the same, and I'm sure of that. And we need to do is pursue Him. I sense He is about to bring out over IGNYTE ministry, pouring forth His blessings that we wouldn't be able to contain it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you feel it stirring inside? The Battlecall is sounding. The mission bell is ringing. A call that God is ringing out "ADVANCE!!" I am ready to go. Are you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Consuming fire, fan into flame, a passion for Your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-5577667302532776592?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/5577667302532776592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=5577667302532776592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/5577667302532776592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/5577667302532776592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-will-be-my-last-post-for-long-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-2895854537722508188</id><published>2007-12-08T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T10:53:43.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was rummaging through my huge pile of draft posts in my blogger account. All the things I were trying to post, but failed somehow. Then I stumbled upon this draft which suddenly struck me hard. I was going to post it 2mths ago but stopped after just a few sentences. Let it speak to you.&lt;br /&gt;Two months ago, during the monthly communion. I still remember it really clearly, the symbolic thing that happen. Nope, not the actual thing of drinking the cup, but something that happen out of coincidence. I was holding the bread and the cup, listening to the pastor speak. And then, something I still find amazing happened. Holding the bread, and accidentally crushed it. It was like broken, almost in a few pieces. And then this voice in me rang, "He was crushed for you." A crushed bread, a crushed body of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;"But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed." Isiah 53:5&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we take Jesus's death for granted. It's time that we realised, how violent his death was, how much pain he suffered just for you. Yup, I believe He had &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; in mind when he died. He was crushed for us, and by his stripes we are healed. Now, I watched The Passion of the Christ, and really, it was so touching I literally cried when watching. But I love the scene, when he was being whipped, that when he was on the floor, he got up again to take the whippings full force. Why? Cause every whip that he took, your brokenness disappeared. Every whip that he took, your sickness disappeared. Every whip that he took, your chains disappeared. BY HIS STRIPES, WE ARE HEALED. Oh, how amazing is that. When I think i would never break free, I am reminded, by His stripes we are healed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do you think it's called "The Passion of the Christ"? He is so passionate about you, and you alone. He loves you so much. Let it soak in. He loves you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amazing love, how can it be? That You my King should die for me. Amazing love, I know it's true. It's my joy to honour you, in all I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-2895854537722508188?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/2895854537722508188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=2895854537722508188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/2895854537722508188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/2895854537722508188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-was-rummaging-through-my-huge-pile-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-8736869519451216322</id><published>2007-12-04T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T23:07:41.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SP course was, I dare say, life-changing. Just a 3-days crash course, and yet the seeds planted will bear fruit for eternity. Not only skills, but a new passion for His name and the world. Haha. Now the testimonies and bridge-illustration comes as second nature to me. It was real fun, and yet, amazing. So many funny moments, so many moments that really take my breath away. Would i go again if I had the change with my future SBs? I mean, I'll be dumb if I don't. Amazing course.&lt;br /&gt;Especially the Street E. I will never forget the night before Street E. How amazing it is, that us, people who are by no means powerful, could stand upright against the enemy, whom could only cower before us at the sound of Jesus's name. Know your spiritual authority in God and do not hesistate to use it. For the victory is already His.&lt;br /&gt;Actual Street E was really tiring. Haha. Got rejected quite a lot of times. In fact, I got rejected almost all the time. Bro Andy said, "Get use to rejection. Out of 10 people, you might only get 1 person." "We just spoke to 20 ppl and got no one." "Haha. Then aim for 40 lor." Really true. But that day, I really did sense Mark 13:11 working in every SP who was on the battle zone. Why should we be afraid when He is now in us? And as I looked at everyone on the streets, going about their daily life, I see their need for Jesus. Do you? What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;Proof that what I learnt is beginning to grow: Last Saturday for the first time in FTV reception room I told my testimony. Me and Shana were quite fluent you know, in bridge-illustration and so forth. Look forward to the day we'll able to touch a FTV to tears.&lt;br /&gt;This course has reignyted a fire which was once flickering. Let us all rise up to answer the battle call God has issued and step into battle formations. History-makers, rise up, rise up. For now is the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-8736869519451216322?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/8736869519451216322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=8736869519451216322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/8736869519451216322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/8736869519451216322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/12/sp-course-was-i-dare-say-life-changing.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-2409260447747778230</id><published>2007-11-28T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T22:15:31.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yup, so I haven't been posted for a long long time. Shall catch up tonight. Don't expect to many posts in the future also...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SP course has started. Yesterday was total fun. Yes, there were times when I did get a little bored due to information overload into my puny brain. But it was really fun. Really desperate for God to come and ignyte that fire once again. Can't wait for Street E. Let the annointing of the HOly Spirit speak through us that day. Though, I really pray that I won't meet someone who speaks Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As we gear up for BATTLE CALL, do you feel the desperateness for an annointing overflow? Be prepared for consuming fire to burn in us, as we man our battle stations and fight for Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-2409260447747778230?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/2409260447747778230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=2409260447747778230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/2409260447747778230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/2409260447747778230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/11/yup-so-i-havent-been-posted-for-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-1277794915542554798</id><published>2007-11-24T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T22:23:36.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Turn your eyes upon Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Look full, in his wonderful face&lt;br /&gt;And the things of earth will grow strangely dim&lt;br /&gt;In the light of his glory and grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's good to listen to songs written ahead of our time. When trials, difficulties and temptations hit me so hard, I found myself singing this song. When I succumbed so often and never felt so dry spiritually, I sang this song. And once your eyes get redirected to Jesus, it doesn't take long for the world and all its pleasures to fade away in the glory of His face. When my eyes were redirected to Jesus, I realised that what I'm going through is nothing compared to what He can do in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a new reflection of this hymn. "By this, love is perfected with us, so that we may have confidence in the day of judgment; because &lt;strong&gt;as He is, so also are we in this world&lt;/strong&gt;." 1 John 4:17 Think about it. As He is, so are we in this world. When our eyes are fixed on Jesus, we see brilliance, righteousness and perfection. So are we in this world. It is so important to know who we are. Satan always reminds me of my sins and weaknesses. "How could you rise up? Don't you remember this sin? How could you rise up? You're a lousy speaker!!" And he starts throwing lies at you. How amazing it is when your eyes are fixed on Jesus. So powerful, that when Satan reminds you of your past and weaknesses, you can say to him. "As He is, so are we in this world." Jesus was an annointed speaker. As He is, so are we in this world. Jesus is a person of authority and power. So are we in this world. Jesus is righteous before the Father. As He is, so are we in this world.&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for such a beautiful song, that has brought many Christians through the roughest storms. Always, always remember. AS HE IS, SO ARE WE IN THIS WORLD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-1277794915542554798?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/1277794915542554798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=1277794915542554798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/1277794915542554798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/1277794915542554798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/11/turn-your-eyes-upon-jesus-look-full-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-1631549355300631048</id><published>2007-10-30T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T15:12:15.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why Lord? Why? I tried to fight it, I really did, and yet. Why am I under such intense attack? And yet Lord. Your will be done in my life. If this is neccessary for me to grow more, then DO NOT remove it. I believe You. Thanks Daddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-1631549355300631048?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/1631549355300631048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=1631549355300631048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/1631549355300631048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/1631549355300631048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-lord-why-i-tried-to-fight-it-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-2301365431965874705</id><published>2007-10-30T10:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T10:42:35.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer for a Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/zMr_SEOsWH/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/zMr_SEOsWH/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I found myself playing this song on the guitar. Simple chords, simple lyrics. Now, I am by no means a good singer-- in fact I'm a terrible singer. But when I was just singing this song in my room. Just me and God alone. When I was singing this song in my room, I found tears streaming down my face as the faces of my friends flash pass me. I see a broken and fatherless generation that needs Jesus, that needs the hope of a Saviour.&lt;br /&gt;Do you see it in their eyes? They pass you by everday, do you see the need for Jesus? Think of your friends right now. Do you start feeling desperate to bring them to Jesus? Time is short. Life can be over, just like that. A life is but a mist in the air, a flower fading. Time is running out. And everyday, I think it's time we look at what God has put into our hands, and just do the best we can. I saw a Hungry Ghost Festival celebration that celebrates the Festival of the 龙王. And people, youths, were holding this cage and moving around wildly--it is belief that the cage is moving on its on. And it just breaks my heart when i see this. People need the Lord. Your friends need the Lord. Your school needs the Lord. Your world needs the Lord. If this generation would rise up to take their place. No more ifs.&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time. Tell the world He lives. Tell the world the truth, and the truth shall set them free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ashamed of the gospel&lt;br /&gt;Of your power, your love&lt;br /&gt;Saved by soul &lt;br /&gt;Now i'm alive in You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-2301365431965874705?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/2301365431965874705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=2301365431965874705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/2301365431965874705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/2301365431965874705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/10/prayer-for-friend.html' title='Prayer for a Friend'/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-1567469625865285417</id><published>2007-10-28T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T21:54:03.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I saw the Lord seated on a throne, high and exalted, and the train of his robe filled the temple."Isiaish 6:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw the Lord lifted up in Ignyte, among our midst, moving, breaking chains and increasing annointing. Yup, Break Free worship experience was amazing. I saw chains and bondages right there break in the presence of God. As usual, such an amazing experience with Him at the altar. Where the spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. When we finally entered into His presence beyond the veil, just one look at His glory and majesty will break the most seemingly unbreakable chains and completely realign your life. Break Free worship experience. Ignyte soaking in his presence. Ignyte breaking into a new season. What a sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lord take me now way beyond the veil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where i can see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where i can see you, Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hold me now within Your arms of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanna be with You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wanna be with You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-1567469625865285417?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/1567469625865285417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=1567469625865285417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/1567469625865285417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/1567469625865285417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-saw-lord-seated-on-throne-high-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-4309278087704456165</id><published>2007-10-20T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T10:11:44.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last week Thursday was prayer group meeting. Was so frustrated with myself after the meeting. Exerted myself so much while playing basketball I almost collapsed. It's funny, how you plan what to say beforehand and think you would be able to bring it forth fluently, passionately and make it affect the listener. But when the time comes, you just don't have the abillity. I was so frustrated with myself. Probably because there was a non-Christian and I screwed up in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, in the MOELC, I found myself on my knees during the 5min breaktime.&lt;br /&gt;My mind is now drawn to Paul the Apostle. He probabaly was unhappy with certain disabillities. Maybe he stuttered a lot. Maybe he always forgets what to say, maybe he just isn't fluent enough. Three times he pleaded with God, "If You take this thorn in my flesh away from me, how much more I can contribute to Your glory." You know what, God wasn't looking for a perfect speaker. He just wanted to find somebody. And He found Paul. When you submit yourself before God, you will be amazed how He can turn your weakness and use it for His glory. God did not remove the thorn of flesh. Instead He said, "My grace is sufficient, for My power is made perfect in weakness." Human weakness is the ideal oppurtinity for divine power to be displayed. You might listen to the voices telling you you're not good enough. Listen to the voice of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#F1F1F1" flashvars="id=0&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=vMHZuV3bz9ybpRWYy5Ca0V3b59icm5SZlJnZukXZsRHanlmbrFmcpV2a/Casting%2520Crowns%2520-%2520Voice%2520of%2520Truth.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#F1F1F1;border:#070707;button:#000000;player_text:#383838;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;May my weakness glorify Your power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-4309278087704456165?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/4309278087704456165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=4309278087704456165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/4309278087704456165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/4309278087704456165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-week-thursday-was-prayer-group.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-2322996694512509354</id><published>2007-10-10T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T22:38:15.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yup, Ps. Gary got married last week!! Congrats to him...the wedding was really funny!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the final PSS session. It lasted for 2hrs, and I admit, it was fun. But there is a slight problem. Today was also suppose to be prayer group meeting.&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I had gone through the toughest moments when the prayer group was being set up. I thought that when we finally had our first meeting, "Yay!! It's now going to be smooth-sailing, God will move mightily and we will see this prayer grp multiply!" Wrong. It was not to be like this. You know that secondary school can be very busy. Mon and Thurs is 3rd lan day, tuesday and friday is CCA day, that means only Wednesday is free. wednesdays were always taken up by extra activities like remedials, PSS etc etc. It was impossible, really impossible, for us to meet up. Impossible. Week after week, discouragement after discouragement, the usual of "prayer group has to be cancelled because of this, or that...". It was disheartening. And when we do meet up, man, will I be disappointed. When we started off, we had a good number of members, probably 8 people. But when the meetings come, i would see 4 people turning up. And that's considered good. I've had a meeting where 2 people came. The worst thing was that it was the day before National Day, only 2 people were there to actually pray for our country.&lt;br /&gt;And now, for the last weeks of school, i want to share with the group my heart and, maybe, just maybe, ignyte passion in them. And yet, prayer group still has to be cancelled. Frustrated? Of course I'm frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;I am a small person. I do have my weaknesses, I do have "thorns in my flesh". You might feel like giving up now. You might ask, "God, are you there?" Well, He is there. But you will not always feel His presence, just know that He is there.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I for one, feel so discouraged. But He is there. Yes, I am small and insignificant. But when you offer your life to him, when u dedicate ur whole being to HIm, He will take you as He finds you and multiply it for His glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/0TKIPTRVg8/aus=" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take my five loaves and two fishes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do with it as you willI surrender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take my fears and inhibitions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All my burdens, my ambitions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can use it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to feed them all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now realise, it does not matter how small or insignificant or unworthy I am. All i need to say is: "Here I am Lord. There's nothing in my hands, but take me and use me." God could use five loaves and two fishes to feed a multittude of tens of thousands of people. He could use a murderer to bring a nation out of slavery, He could use a cruel persecuting man to advance the Church, He could use a coward that denied Him thrice and build His Church on it. He could do the same for me and you. Yup, just give it all to HIm.&lt;br /&gt;I now know why i went through the hardships in the beginning. It was a preparation, a build-up of faith, for even harder things to come. I saw His faithfulness demonstrated during all my trials and discourgament. Even though now i am so frustrated, in the words of Tommy Tenny, "Every time you grow weary and frustrated with the painful pursuit of God's presence, rember that frustration is the address to which God sends the annointing." There is now, nothing in my hands. Yet Lord. Here I am, Send me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Listen. I gave you this vision. I have followed you through the setting-up of the prayer group. I have never left you. &lt;strong&gt;Who are you to doubt me now?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nhbzfbe_xS0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nhbzfbe_xS0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-2322996694512509354?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/2322996694512509354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=2322996694512509354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/2322996694512509354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/2322996694512509354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/10/yup-ps.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-2716712393750481841</id><published>2007-10-04T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T22:04:58.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm finally posting. That could only mean one thing: EXAMS ARE OVER. Haha. Yup, charmaine, we made it through the exams alive. Though I screwed up on most of the papers. But still, I made it through. All praise to the great I AM, for being everything I need You to be during this exam period.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the exam period, the past two services were amazing. It was just the time God chose(which coincidentally was during the exam period) to confirm his destiny in me. Yup, I am being called to full-time ministry. Now, I still feel unsure and, well, inadaquete. "But the voice of truth tell me a different story. The voice of truth says 'Do not be afraid.'" All for His glory.&lt;br /&gt;The first glimpse I had of what God has in store for me was 10/9. The exact words of what I wrote in my journal during TAWG: "Don't know why, but now I sense God is calling me to full-time ministry." I shoved to this back of my head(sounds familiar?) Until just 2 weeks ago, during Vision Rally. I really thought this would be a ordinary service. I wasn't prepared for what God was about to do in my life. Ps. Margaret gave the call for full-time ministry. And even as she was giving the call, I was hesitating. "Am I just kidding myself?" And then God spoke to me, "Will you trade your dreams for Mine?" And I went out. Now I know that that day, my purpose was sealed in me.&lt;br /&gt;This song sorts of talked about the starting step into the point of no return. Usually, we are caught in the middle: Our dreams or His dreams? We live our life between the fire and the flame, we live our lifes between quiet contentment and desperation for more of Him. And if we choose to live a "middle" Christian life, well, we will be missing out big on the good that He has in stored for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UHGcE2xdZi8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UHGcE2xdZi8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Somewhere in the Middle" by Casting Crowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somewhere between the hot and the cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somewhere between the new and the old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somewhere between who I am and who I used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somewhere in the middle, You’ll find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somewhere between the wrong and the right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somewhere between the darkness and the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somewhere between who I was and who You’re making me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somewhere in the middle, You’ll find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just how close can I get, Lord, to my surrender without losing all control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fearless warriors in a picket fence, reckless abandon wrapped in common sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deep water faith in the shallow end and we are caught in the middle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With eyes wide open to the differences, the God we want and the God who is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But will we trade our dreams for His or are we caught in the middle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are we caught in the middle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somewhere between my heart and my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somewhere between my faith and my plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somewhere between the safety of the boat and the crashing waves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somewhere between a whisper and a roar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somewhere between the altar and the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somewhere between contented peace and always wanting more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somewhere in the middle You’ll find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just how close can I get, Lord, to my surrender without losing all control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lord, I feel You in this place and I know You’re by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Loving me even on these nights when I’m caught in the middle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I read through my previous posts and journal entries, I just sense a burning in my heart. I see God moving, truly, in my life. And yet, I see many falls and mistakes. I see a truly intense spiritual battle. I once written, "I don't know why I'm under such intense spiritual attack." Now I know why. It is our destiny and inheritance that we war for. We fight for a broken world. Do not live an ordinary Christian life. Live as a warrior on fire for Him. I choose not to be caught in the middle. I choose to trade my dreams for His. It is this choice that we make that will make us just an ordinary Christian, or a history-maker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I sense God is telling me right now, '&lt;strong&gt;Trade your dreams for mine, and watch what I will do in your life&lt;/strong&gt;.'"&lt;/span&gt; 30/9/07 Journal Entry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-2716712393750481841?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/2716712393750481841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=2716712393750481841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/2716712393750481841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/2716712393750481841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-finally-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-5422470893653608392</id><published>2007-09-11T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T17:09:11.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yup, September 11th today. September 11th 2001. A date most of us would never forget. Shall not say much. Today in 2001, a great tragedy happened in America. But what Satan meant for evil, God has turned it for good. Read my post on Oct 16 last year. You'll understand. It was on this day that I believe God's love was demonstrated for a nation, God's power made known in darkness. Let us never forget 911.&lt;br /&gt;This song was written in America's darkest hour. Just a few days after the tragedy, Michael W Smith met up in Oval Office with the President and was asked to write a song about the events that shocked the world. Out of this conversation came "There She Stands", a song of hope in this tragedy. Most videos on youtube couldn't do this song justice, so here's the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XR5lYVwnV3E"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XR5lYVwnV3E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it, US is not my country. I might seem patriotic towards a country I don't belong to. But when i remeber 911, i can't help think of God's amazing love and grace. I can't help finding it amazing that God planted the cross in the rubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PMLfcx9zN0c"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PMLfcx9zN0c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To you who is reading this and is facing trials, sufferings and pressure: Our God Reigns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When the planes crashed into the World Trade Centre and Pentagon. Our God Reigns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When the world was recovering from the shock of such a tragedy. Our God Reigns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When Hurricane Katrina struck. Our God Reigns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When millions of Africans died in famine. Our God Reigns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When the tsunamis struck much of Asia. Our God Reigns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When Jesus died on the cross. Our God Reigns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whenever you are in trials and sufferings. Our God Reigns. Whenever all hope has seemed to be gone. Our God Reigns. Whenever you feel like giving up and your spiritual waters have ran dry. Our God Reigns. You see, there was never a time when God lost control. When Jesus died, He was still in control. When 911 happened, He was stil in control. He reigns. No matter what happens, no matter what we may face, rest in the fact that He Reigns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sept 11th was a day that shook the world. But as I look back, I knew that day, God was in control. He reigns. You might face difficulties and pressure even as the exams draw near. But when your hope is in Jesus, you can never be shaken, because no matter what happens, He Reigns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-5422470893653608392?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/5422470893653608392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=5422470893653608392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/5422470893653608392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/5422470893653608392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/09/yup-september-11th-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-4378408355208088622</id><published>2007-09-08T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T13:57:23.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Because of the sacrifice of the Messiah, his blood poured out on the altar of the Cross, we're a free people—free of penalties and punishments chalked up by all our misdeeds. And not just barely free, either. &lt;strong&gt;Abundantly free!&lt;/strong&gt; He thought of everything, provided for everything we could possibly need, letting us in on the plans he took such delight in making. He set it all out before us in Christ, a long-range plan in which everything would be brought together and summed up in him, everything in deepest heaven, everything on planet earth.&lt;br /&gt;It's in Christ that we find out who we are and what we are living for. Long before we first heard of Christ and got our hopes up, &lt;strong&gt;he had his eye on us&lt;/strong&gt;, had designs on us for glorious living, part of the overall purpose he is working out in everything and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;It's in Christ that you, once you heard the truth and believed it (this Message of your salvation), found yourselves home free—signed, sealed, and delivered by the Holy Spirit. This signet from God is the first installment on what's coming, a reminder that we'll get everything God has planned for us, a praising and glorious life." Ephesians 1:7-14 (The Message)&lt;br /&gt;Majesty. Your Grace has found me just as I am. Empty-handed but alive in Your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-4378408355208088622?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/4378408355208088622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=4378408355208088622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/4378408355208088622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/4378408355208088622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/09/because-of-sacrifice-of-messiah-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-2142238626804527463</id><published>2007-09-06T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T15:49:19.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The past few weeks, every service has been amazing. 2 weeks ago, Ignyte service was amazing. I still remember myself on my knees, really crying out in desperation for Him. Combined SP Empowerment was also amazing. It was a recharging point-- a amazing time of communion with God. Last weeks service about care and connect was also amazing. Yup, we have been having awesome services. But there is more to the services...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CvXnBi51n08"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CvXnBi51n08" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Listen to the lyrics of this song. It is one thing to get touched by God at the altar. But will we keep our follow-through between the altar and the door? I have succumbed so many times after an experience at the altar-- the battle is fought not in services, but in our everyday lives. If we just keep living on our past altar calls, we are going to lose the battle. Until now, I am still fighting this battle. No one really knows what I'm talking about, but I'm not exaggerating: the battle is intense. So intense. I would love to say "Breakthrough happened &lt;u&gt;immediately&lt;/u&gt; after the altar call." No, it is not like that. The battle for me is slogged out; it is ongoing, excruciating, tiring, frustrating. And just like that, when you have fought this battle with perseverance, victory comes. A gradual and painful victory, yes. But a victory worth every fighting for. A victory I am fighting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I ask God why I am under such heavy attack. Why this war is so intense I can't take it anymore. Then God reminds me of the warrior I will rise up to be if the war is won..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-2142238626804527463?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/2142238626804527463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=2142238626804527463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/2142238626804527463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/2142238626804527463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/09/past-few-weeks-every-service-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-2273215936790986471</id><published>2007-08-22T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T18:23:33.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Whenever, though, they turn to face God as Moses did, God removes the veil and there they are—face-to-face! They suddenly recognize that God is a living, personal presence, not a piece of chiseled stone. And when God is personally present, a living Spirit, that old, constricting legislation is recognized as obsolete. We're free of it! All of us! Nothing between us and God, our faces shining with the brightness of his face. And so we are transfigured much like the Messiah, our lives gradually becoming brighter and more beautiful as God enters our lives and we become like him." 2 Corinthians 3:16( The Message)&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time for us to shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-2273215936790986471?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/2273215936790986471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=2273215936790986471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/2273215936790986471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/2273215936790986471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/08/whenever-though-they-turn-to-face-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-5762307822959657204</id><published>2007-08-19T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T19:42:56.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stare.What?Stare! What can i say? How can I describe it? How can I describe that feeling when God is moving among us? How can I describe that feeling of bring my friend up to the altar call and stand before the King of Kings? This event was just amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Event started with the 3-Day Prayer Fast. Like all prayer fast, there was something like a prayer chain, this time it's like prayer conferencing. Strangely, Jonathan did not turn up for any of the prayers. Strange. With does that not surprise me. But still, it was an incredible time of prayer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Usual inviting of friends. Then on the last day, I was confirming the invites. It was a mess. Seriously. We couldn't come up with a plan at all. QIhao couldn't come. Taylin couldn't come. Roy could come, but he didn't want to come alone. So I had to chiong my invites. Invite more people. I don't want to go into detail, but it was still a mess. Really frustrated. I needed a break, so I went out to do my TAWG. Amazing. Might I say, as amazing as the event itself. I was just penning down my thoughts when God spoke to me. "It's time you leave it all into my hands". Should I type out my entire TAWG? Guess I should, as a testimony to the God I serve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Stare.What?Stare! has been a tougher event for me. Discouragement, dryness and the obvious hinderance from the enemy. I know that the event will be powerful. It is unsure now, whether Qihao and Roy would be really coming. Or Charmaine. Oh, I regret not inviting Jiawei or Joya. Uncertainty. And yet I sense that God is telling me to leave things in His hands now. Let him do His work. For his plans are sovereign. Just leave it to Him. Surrender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause ultimately, it is not me who makes the savation happen but God. I might plant the seed, but only God can make it grow. It is just a privellage to stand by and watch the miracle take place. I have faith that my friends will be saved in HIs perfect timing. God, do your work. Move in our midst. Renew with your love. Touch with your grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Father Lord, whether my friends come or not come, whether my friends are saved or not saved, thank you for the victory already given to us.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amazing yeah? Guess what happened when I went back into my room? We made a plan. Now even Joya and Jiawei might come. Now the event was really starting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next day met with Roy, Taylin and Joya at JE. Jiawei later joined us. Ate at Long John Silvers. Very funny, because the knife was useless. It was there that Joya said she couldn't come for the event because of her mother. Therefore Jiawei couldn't come. And yet I knew God's plan was already in motion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fast forward to when they were going into the library to study. Roy couldn't make up his mind whether to come or not because no one was following him. Amazingly, he chose to follow me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We followed the route told by the street directory. And whenever I am leading the way, you are bound to get lost. We got lost. Thanks to Sis kassey, we found our way back. Reached church 5min before the event started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then the event started. I admit it was initially quite &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. But soon it got funnier and funnier. Especially Mr Nerd (brother andrew). It was a great gameshow. But the sermon was one that was truly awesome. God is the master painter of our lives and He has meant this masterpiece to be colourful and beatiful. And as I felt the presence of God move freely in the chapel, I began to stir up my spirit and asked God to do his work in the person sitting next to me. Then the call for altar call came. I remember closing my eyes, speaking in tongues, standing in the gap for Roy. He raised his hand. It is an overwhelming feeling, to bring your friend to the altar call. It is an amazing thing to lay hands on him and joined him as he prayed the prayer that will change his life. It is an amazing thing to pray for him personally after altar call. It is an amazing thing. I had never seen Roy so overwhelmed before. Here, standing before me, was the greatest miracle ever known to mankind: a salvation. And at that moment, I rejoiced with the thousands of angels in heaven. Here was the amazing grace and love of God, which brings revival and breakthrough. Here, standing before me, is the greatest birthday present I could ask for: my friend accepting Jesus Christ into his life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How can man contemplate this amazing love? I saw this love being poured out on my friend's life. And yet I know that this is only the beginning. God will continue to pour out heaven's rain on this dry generation and move in it like never before. I now stand in awe of His love and grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Cantaré de Tu amor por siempre."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-5762307822959657204?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/5762307822959657204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=5762307822959657204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/5762307822959657204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/5762307822959657204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/08/stare.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-3567160961599449073</id><published>2007-08-07T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T18:57:07.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Festival of Praise 2007. 5/8/2007. What can I say? How can I describe the feeling you feel when the entire church in Singapore is gathered worshipping the King of Glory? How can I describe an event where the church is on their knees in desperation, standing in the gap for Singapore? How can I describe that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Festival of Praise was amazing. Just walking into the stadium and seeing the church of Singapore gathered in His name will burn at your heart. When it comes to an event that awesome, I really am loss for words. The worship was amazing. Delirious and Don Moen. The songs were an expression of the church's heartcry for God, songs like "Rain Down", "Majesty", "History-maker", "Our God reigns" and many more. Really, I cannot describe it. Anyone who is reading this, I wished you were there. I wished I could have done a better job at describing how amazing it is. But I couldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The sermon by Phil Pringle was filled with humour, passion and annointing. The sermon was nothing short of amazing. And then Delirious? continued the worship with one of the most annnointed Christian worship song in all time, "I Could Sing of Your Love Forever". Such an amazing thing, to proclaim that song with passion. I Could Sing of Your Love forever. That is the base of our Christian faith, to worship him all the days of our life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The worship, the sermon and one awesome God. Looking back, I see God at work in our nation as we push forward into our 42nd year. I am still at a loss for words. Really, all the fancy words are no use now. One thing I am sure of: God will move like no other in our nation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Over the mountains and the seas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your river runs with love for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I will open up my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And let the healer set me free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm happy to be in your truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I will daily lift my hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For I will always sing of when your love fell down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-3567160961599449073?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/3567160961599449073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=3567160961599449073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/3567160961599449073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/3567160961599449073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/08/festival-of-praise-2007.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-5888706896161099455</id><published>2007-08-02T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T21:58:27.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heard how fun the CIP was. However, I do not regret missing it and going to Ignyte. I know I'm very irritating Qihao; keep talking about Ignyte. Shall not irritate you. Ignyte service was awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;I really am getting used to more and more services filled with more and more hunger for more of God. Services filled with desperation. Last week's service was about authority. We are to flow in exousia. No words to describe that service.&lt;br /&gt;FUEL was great. Really fun, and yet it was really impactful. We were given certain scenarios where our friends were hurt, and we were suppose to comfort them. First one was Brother Andrew griefing over the loss of his brother. Wasn't really used to comforting someone. But hey, if flows. Naturally. Prayed for him. When I look back at it, it must look funny, me praying over a situation that wasn't even real. Even funnier is how fired up i got again. Cannot explain prayer, it's so powerful you don't even realise the distractions of the world, it's just a one-way conversation with God.&lt;br /&gt;Next station was Sister Kim with Sister Esther. Quarelling over parents divorce. Ok, I admit I shouldn't have lied. But at least they were reconciled. Prayed for them again. Sis Kim was spongebob and Sis Esther was squarepants; i was patrick. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But the last station was the one that hit me the hardest. Bro Andy was there. First-class acting. I mean i was there and it was so touching. Really. Controlling my tears. And a girl shared an extremely personal message. Will not elaborate. I thought Bro Andy was just acting. But there were tears in his eyes. It hit me: this is a man passionate about this generation. This is a man whose heart has be broken for what breaks God's heart. This is a man who was willing to pay the price for a generation. I was reminded of this song. Listen to the lyrics. Let it speak to you, all Christian out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 248px; HEIGHT: 230px" height="230" width="248"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hn9dA4PZsBc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hn9dA4PZsBc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around you. Their all around you. People hurting. People who need God. People who need a stirring of their spiritual waters. To be numb to their pain and suffering is to be numb to the very heart of God. Love them like Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-5888706896161099455?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/5888706896161099455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=5888706896161099455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/5888706896161099455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/5888706896161099455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/08/heard-how-fun-cip-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-9191832849507585037</id><published>2007-07-24T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T16:47:10.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From reading my previous post, you might think breakthrough comes immediately. It doesn't. In fact, the enemy would attack you even more after an encounter with the Holy Spirit. I still occasionally grieve the Holy Spirit and succumb to enemy attack. Just did the same wrong thing again, and was completely oblivious. Then suddenly I snapped back and realised what I've done. Until now, I couldn't believe it. How sudden the attack was(only 5mins ago). Let this be a reminder to any Christians reading this that the enemy strikes when least expected. And so, I could almost hear the Holy Spirit's grief. I felt like I was just a few mistakes away from losing that fire again. But then I played this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.castingcrowns.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.castingcrowns.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-- Go here to listen to that song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Song: East to West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Artist: Casting Crowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here I am Lord and I'm drowning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In your sea of forgetfulness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The chains of yesterday surround me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I yearn for peace and rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't want to end up where you found me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And it echoes in my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Keeps me awake tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know you cast my sin as far as,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The East is from the West.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I stand before you now as though I've never sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But today I feel like I'm just one more step away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From you leaving me this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesus can you show me just how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Far the East is from the West.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause I can't bear to see the man I've been,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Come rising up in me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the arms of your mercy I found rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause you know just how far the East is from the West.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From one scarred hand to the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I start the day, the war begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Endless reminding of my sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And time and time again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your truth is drowned out my the storm I'm in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today I feel like I'm just one more step away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From you leaving this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Bridge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know you washed me right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Turned my darkness into life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need your peace to get me through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To get me through this night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't live by what I feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But by the truth Your word reveals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not holding onto You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But You're holding on to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You're holding on to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesus You know just how&lt;br /&gt;Far the East is from the West.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't need to see the man I've been,&lt;br /&gt;Come rising up in me again.&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of your mercy I found rest.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know just how far the East is from the West.&lt;br /&gt;From one scarred hand to the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beautiful. I declare victory into my daily life. The sin I bear is sin already paid for. Releasing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cause you know just how far the East is from the West. From one scarred hand to the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-9191832849507585037?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/9191832849507585037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=9191832849507585037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/9191832849507585037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/9191832849507585037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/07/from-reading-my-previous-post-you-might.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-8251519855192077932</id><published>2007-07-23T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T16:46:24.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amazing. Last week, I was expecting a awesome service. But I was awed at how God worked. It was really, indescribable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Worship time was amazing. Already could feel God moving. Wasn't prepared for what was in store next. Sermon came with Pastor Gary preaching Part 2 of the Holy Spirit. And as soon as he started preaching, every word began to impact me. I immediately felt a stirring within my spiritual waters, as the Holy Spirit started to tug at my heart. Every word hit me. I began to look back and see how many times I have grieved the Holy Spirit, how many times I lost the daily battle. And my spiritual waters were stirring into a whirpool. "If you do not want to grieve the holy spirit, the only thing you can do is surrender. there's no other way." Those words sealed the deal for me. I was to surrender myself fully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Altar-call time was the most amazing altar-call I've ever had. As I stood at the front, I could not stand up any longer as the Holy Spirit did His work in me. I dropped to my knees. Just cried out "I'm desperate for Your fire again! I surrender!" And this consuming fire began to burn in me, and I could no longer knee upright in the presence of God's glory. I sank onto my hands, crying out over and over again. I tried to knee upright but could only hold it for a while before sinking back down; such was the power of the Holy Spirit. And this still voice began to speak,"I will restore to you that fire; and you shall bring that fire into your school."It was just amazing. To have such a personal encounter. To have a fire restored. To be on my knees in desperation, in the presence of the great I AM. To be touched by the Holy Spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The consuming fire is now burning in Ignyte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Heal my heart and make it clean. Open up my eyes to the things unseen. Show me how to love like You have loved me. Break my heart for what breaks yours. Everything I am for your kingdom's cause, as I walk from earth into eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-8251519855192077932?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/8251519855192077932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=8251519855192077932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/8251519855192077932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/8251519855192077932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/07/amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-3465137839692841011</id><published>2007-07-22T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T21:50:47.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So many things to post, so little time to do so. Therefore I shall post in seperate posts to avoid confusion. Next week signals the beginning of the start of the homework pile. Better post now before I not post for 2 long months.&lt;br /&gt;E&amp;C week overall was great. But I believe the highlight of E&amp;amp;C week is either kayaking or the camp. The camp was super fun. Really. I couldn't Xiao Hui would miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;19/7/07&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp officially begins. First was the boring briefing, after that was a leadership talk. Coach Elgin was speaking to our class. Was quite good. Yeah, it's kinda cliche, but still, it was good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After that was the scavenger hunt. Kinda simple, how the game works. We were divided into groups--I was with Roy, Yucheng, Livia and Jiawei. Firstly, teacher would show us a picture of a particular place in the school. We were suppose to go to that place and find a board that shows the answer to a question given to us in a worksheet. And yeah, we had to hold hands through the entire thing. Was like dragging my entire group along. With the worksheet in my mouth. So in the end I tore the worksheet up. But the funnest part about the scavenger hunt was when we were in class waiting for our turn to come. Me and qihao were acting retarded. Cause we were plannig for the class performance later and me and qihao were coming up with really "creative" ideas. There is a youtube vidoe, but i refuse to put it here. I will not be humiliated further. In the end, our good ideas were rejected. C'est la vie. In the end we would be singing an edited version of "Home". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After that was lunch. Nothing much to say. Accept that we played basketball. Seriously, can't keep away from sports for one day. After that was our preparation for the performance. And honestly, we didn't go anywhere. CR and Charmaine took half an hour just to seperate us into 2 groups. Ok, I admit I have some part to play in the chaos. But still...at least we got some practice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Telematch. We would be playing with 1E. First game was 3-legged soccer--They tied us together with strings and we were suppose to play football. Think it's easy? Well, our uncoordinated movement you make hurts real bad. Guess who were the player of the day? Me and Qihao. Goalkeepers, we stop like 10 goals. In the end, class won 1-0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next was water babies. We were suppose to pass down water packets down the row using towels, and pour the water away into the bucket. Our class owned really bad. Thrashed the other class. Really badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next was chair race. Won't go into detail of that game....because our class lost. Barely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ice cream break. Do i have to say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last game was all the classes together. suppose to take sweets from flour. Sounds cliche right? I thought so. So i dove into the flour. Entire face was covered. Ran back to the container, dropped my sweets into it, and vomited beside it. Sick man. All my ice cream earlier on had been transfered from my gut to the floor. Still, after recovering, I went back one more time. Really sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wash-up time. Thank goodness. Covered in flour. Me, Darren and Cyrus waited for the toilets to clear up before going. Bathed using high pressure hoses(the one the use to water plants) and buckets. Don't want to go into detail...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dinner-time. Buffet. Really long queue. So while waiting for the queue to shorten, i went to the grandstand for some quiet time. Really quiet-time. So peaceful at the grandstand. And there, I just had some time alone with God. Really quiet time. Looked at the sunset. One of the best sunsets I've ever seen. Ended of my quiet time with "How Great is our God'. Cool isn't it? Still can have TAWG even in camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Class performance was next. Oh crap. I knew it wouldn't be good. Then, Cyrus gave me and Qihao a chance to perform solo in the stage. Yeah. Just to add on, me and Qihao do not care whether we make a fool out of ourselves. Do i have to say further? We performed solo in front of the entire school(after the song performance). I think they laughed real bad. When me and Qihao left the stage, we were like hiding our faces. Really, really embarassing. Can i just say the principal was there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After that, me and Qihao went to bathe again. Went to our rooms. Did nothing really, except play cards and tell ghost story. Tell until laugh like siao. Tried to go to sleep. Impossible to sleep with Qihao. Amazingly, I got sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Next day woke up at 5:30. Brush teeth, make-up(kidding) went to warm-up for the day. By playing basketball. When there is barely any light. Couldn't even see the hoop. Went to hall for mass dance. Cleared up the field, ate breakfast. Went back to class to discuss the montage. Went to hall for prize presentation. Didn't win anything. But still, I'm proud of 1F. After that, Residential &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Camp@RV"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Camp@RV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; officially came to a close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now looking back, I can see, with relief, that this is the same class, the same school, which I fell in love with 6mths ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-3465137839692841011?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/3465137839692841011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=3465137839692841011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/3465137839692841011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/3465137839692841011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-many-things-to-post-so-little-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-7190512753211383614</id><published>2007-07-16T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T20:20:41.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Weird thing eh? I am posting more during the school term than during the holidays. But that's probably because this week is Explorers and Connectors Week, which explains why I have been so free. Once E&amp;C week is over, the homework will start piling again. Which I why i should post now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was Day 1 of E&amp;amp;C week. Trip to Kampong Glam. Not exactly boring. I could have been extremely boring, if not for me and my friends acting like complete retards e.g running in the sprinkler water. Not being sarcastic, but the best time were our free times when the guide wasn't speaking. But it wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. Was sure tomorrow would be a lot better. Kayaking. I was right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hah. I knew kayaking would be fun. But didn't expect it to be this fun. I mean really. It was that fun. The day didn't really start off well. The bus driver got us lost. But we eventually arrived at Changi Coastal Adventure Centre. The theory lesson was scary yet funny. The instructor was like listing the possible scenarios, and I was like saying to Cyrus, "We're gonna die." Kinda funny. "If i die, I love you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, we could go into the water. Was sharing kayak with Cyrus. It could quite a long time for the people to drag their kayaks down because it was quite heavy. Good time we helped them. Next was buoyancy test. We were made to link arms and walk into the sea. If our PFD was working, we should be able to float. Don't know why, but it was very funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, could go into the water(with our kayaks). Me and Cyrus were off the first. We were suppose to be following the instructor. Honestly. We were extremely good rowers. Really good. You wouldn't even been able to tell that this was our first time kayaking. Rafted up with our instructor. Everyone finally rafted up. Went rowing around again to some buoy. Hah. As usual, me and Cyrus were the first there. Rafted up again. Repeated the process for about 2 more times.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the most fun by far was the capsise drill. We were suppose to capsise and wait for other people to rescue us. Super fun. Me and Cyrus were so looking forward to this moment. First to abandon ship. We were suppose to tip the boat over. But me and Cyrus were flying through the air. We jumped off the kayak. Jumped very far. Rescue finally came. Once again, super fun. Our turn to rescue. Went for Brandon and Wei Yuan. We actually got them up on the boat. But suddenly, they toppled over again. I was like laughing like siao. Took a while for us to get them up again. Muscles were aching, both from paddling and laughing. Paddled all the way back again. Dragged the kayak up. Helped some people. Muscles were killing me. I mean really. They were burning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Washed up. Good time i brought everything-- extra clothes, towel, extra shoes, shampoo. We were drenched. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The surprising thing is E&amp;amp;C is very good so far. So far. Tomorrow, Chinese culture camp. Oh no. I am in trouble. Serious trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-7190512753211383614?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/7190512753211383614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=7190512753211383614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/7190512753211383614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/7190512753211383614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/07/weird-thing-eh-i-am-posting-more-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-8391956148151049710</id><published>2007-07-15T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T22:24:08.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you realised something all you Ignyte people out there(And i am sure very few Ignyte people read this)? I realised that something last saturday during service. Every Ignyte service has been getting more awesome and awesome. Not only that, but FUEL too. Every Ignyte service I feel the annointing growing stronger. Every Ignyte service I feel His presence more and more. Every Ignyte service the Holy Spirit is working more and more powerfully. Don't you feel it? Don't you feel the hunger being stirred and the generation's hearts are broken for what is God's? Don't you feel it? I am quite sure that you probably figured out by now that last week's service and FUEL was awesome. I sense an open heaven over the entire Ignyte ministry, where this generation will not settle for what we have now and is desperate for more and more. Desperation. More.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just checked out lot's of blogs which I have never visited before, for example, Benn and Ariel's blog. Was reading Laura's blog, decided to go and check out their blogs. Yeah, I was reading their posts. By goodness. That is what I call a strong walk with God. I mean you can feel the closeness in their walk just by reading their posts. You know, that is the standard i should really aim for. But that was before I read the MIT(Mission Impact team)'s blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.i-fisherofmen.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.i-fisherofmen.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Read it. See what God is doing through Ignyte. I have made up my mind. The next MIT trip. I'm definately going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know that God is really moving powerfully now. And I know that the work He is doing, it is only the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm hungry for you fire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm desperate, You're my one desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesus, please don't pass me by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-8391956148151049710?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/8391956148151049710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=8391956148151049710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/8391956148151049710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/8391956148151049710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/07/have-you-realised-something-all-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-4124841644696806164</id><published>2007-07-02T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T16:11:53.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Played Out: Reality Bites. Awesome. To those people who I invited but couldn't come, I don't feel sad because you didn't come. Haha. I feel sad for you because you didn't come. Really, if only you came. Cause this was one of the best Ignyte events. Cause God moved freely in that auditorium. Cause His awesome work was done in many lives.&lt;br /&gt;27th to 29th June. The 3-day prayer fast. The event, to me, wouldn't have gone so well if not for this 3-day prayer fast. For the first time, we had this prayer chain in which people would call up each other and pray. And it was obvious that intense spiritual war was going on. I was extremely close from being late, as things were delayed. Clearly, Satan doesn't want those prayers to be offered cause when 2 or more people gather in the name of Jesus, even he will begin to tremble. But those prayers were offered. Those 30mins prayer was one of the most solid prayers I've ever prayed. Cause God's presence was in the room I was praying in. The amazing time is just after praying one prayer, my throat was already dried up and my feet were tired (cause I can never pray seated, i was walking around the room through the entire prayer). But my spirit didn't grow weaker, but the annointing grew stronger. I would get so fired up by the prayer that I would just dumped my prayer booklet away and pray purely from the Spirit. Hah. Occasionally, I would get too fired up and start jumping. Yup. Jumping. Imagine that. Don't laugh. So yeah, Laura, that's how I pray. Open to the Holy Spirit. When you have the urge to say something or do something, do it. Jumping included.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the event day arrived. Was kind of disappointed because none of my friends could turn up. And by the way, I invited 10 friends. Hah. Still, I was really excited, cause I knew God is going to do an awesome work. Didn't really know where was "The Summit". Or how big "The Summit" was. When the gates were finally opened, I rushed inside with friends. I took one look at the Summit, and I felt a burning within me. Immediately, my thoughts went back to one of my posts last year....the one just the day before Watchnight service. The post was on 30/12/2006. Exact quotes. "Tomorrow will be Watchnight service, the last night the entire Ignyte will stand together in the same auditorium. I believe that Ignyte will be used by God for great exploits. One day, and I am really looking forward to that day, both &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Ignyte@Adam"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ignyte@Adam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Ignyte@PL"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ignyte@PL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; will join together in one massive service, fillling up PL's 1000-seat auditorium, standing once again together to worship the great I AM. " Prophetic eh? Although it wasn't exactly 1000 people. But to see 700 people filling up "The Summit" was an amazing sight, a testimony to the faithfulness of God and the growth Ignyte has experience. Wow. The experience had begun.&lt;br /&gt;DJ—Sis Raine. Very funny leh. Kept promoting the free food and drinks at the side, by entire row took a lot a lot of snacks. We were like eating through the entire production. Emcees—Bro Kahfai and Sis Fran, started the event by warming us up with Snakes and Ladders. Also Very funny leh.&lt;br /&gt;Drama finally started. The starting was even more funny. Hah. Then, as the plot developed, the drama became less and less funny and more and more serious. After the drama were the testimonies of the 2 people that actually went through exactly what was shown in the drama. 2 testimonies of the grace of God still at work in people's lives. Sis Raine started singing this familiar yet beautiful song, "Jesus take the wheel". After that was a short sermon by Ps. Derick. And the love of God began to flow freely, touching people, stirring up their stagnant spiritual waters. Finally, the call for salvation. And the entire Ignyte watched as countless people took the plunge into that whirlpool of healing water, as the spiritual waters were beginning to be stireed up. Truly, no greater sight than this, to see people make the decision that will change their life. And when Ps. Derick had led them in the Sinner's prayer, the entire Ignyte, along with the entire heaven, rejoiced. Played Out: Reality Bites saw breakthrough and revival happen in many lives.&lt;br /&gt;Now, looking back at it, I stand in awe of the one who gave it all. I stand humbled by the awesome grace of God. 700 present. 126 seeds sowed. 60 Salvations. More to come. 2 amazing testimonies. 1 even more amazing God. Played Out: Reality Bites. God has moved. This is just the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-4124841644696806164?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/4124841644696806164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=4124841644696806164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/4124841644696806164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/4124841644696806164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/07/played-out-reality-bites_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-5138272806212066692</id><published>2007-06-29T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T23:08:16.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just a quick update. 3-day Prayer fast is officially over. Strongholds has came crashing down. Faith has fallen on all of IGNYTE. Consuming fire is moving on our behalf. Passions has been restored. The flame has been re-IGNYTEd. Breakthroughs will happen. God will move. Lifes will be restored. Purpose shall be instilled. Hope shall be renewed. Lifes will be transformed, on the day of Played Out: Reality Bites. Wait for my update after that event...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-5138272806212066692?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/5138272806212066692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=5138272806212066692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/5138272806212066692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/5138272806212066692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-quick-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-4498745248118660672</id><published>2007-05-28T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T18:59:45.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok, i seriously apologise for not posting for 4 mths. The last time i tried to update was before the Malaysia trip. Can i just say that the Malaysia trip was 1 mth ago. This was as far as i got.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Er. Yeah, I haven't posted for 3 mths. Seriously I tried to post. However, I have this serious problem where you start typing and your mind suddenly blanks out without you even typing a single paragraph. Miracously, my mind hasn't blanked out while typing this. Better move on before it blanks out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was RVHS Open-House. Actually it was very boring. I played basketball through the entire openhouse and didn't man my booth at all. Yeah, i feel quite bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was Ignyte! movie screening of Narnia. Of course it was nice. C.S. Lewis wrote it to illustrate the death and ressurection of Jesus Christ, and this quote from the movie captured the essence of it: "When someone who has commited no treachary is sacrificed on a traitor's stead, the Stone table will crack, and death itself turns backward." "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic isn't it? Through the entire holidays, this will be the only time that i can post. Oh btw, the holidays were great. Apart from the fact that i have a lot of hw. And the fact that i have not met up with 6H. And the fact that i haven't finished all of my hw. Otherwise, the holidays(which seemed especially short this year) was great.&lt;br /&gt;Last week was sectional outing. Haha. I knew it was going to be fun cause' i was part of the planning commitee. Amazingly, it was raining heavily in the morning but then it suddenly stopped raining in the afternoon. Yup, we prayed that it will stop raining. Remember Brother Zhihao prayed that we will get sunburn before we set off. I got sunburnt really badly. And furthermore, there was a rainbow in the sky when we left. Our God is a faithful God, yeah? The sectional outing was great.&lt;br /&gt;Last week was also Planetshakers concert. Trust me, it was loud. I mean very loud. I was deaf by the time we got out. But the sermon was amazing. Really. I would encourage anyone to go, just make sure you bring some ear plugs.&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday was the Revival meeting. Seriously, after going for it, i regret not going for Life Conference. In fact, i regret not going for a lot of things in the holidays. SP course. Arh. L-Camp. Arh. Life Conference. Arh. But the Revival meeting was awesome. Ps. Tim Hall is one of the most annointed man I've ever seen. Every way he went, whenever he laid hands on someone, that person would just fall over. Amazing. That meeting was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;But nothing close to last week's sermon. Ps. Gerald was preaching. It's been a long time since I had such a personal encounter with God. I believed my purpose was renewed that day. I believe my life was renewed again. I believe the passion in me was burning again. Again, it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;This week is the July combined event, and I am sure many souls will come to the kingdom through that. I believe that many people's life will be changed that day. So come and get ready for an encounter with God. It is at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:Trinity@Paya"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trinity@Paya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Lebar, and it is on this Sunday, 3.45-7pm. Go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trinity.net/ignyte/adam/combineEvent.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.trinity.net/ignyte/adam/combineEvent.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. Seriously, go and check it out. It is, and I'm not joking, the coolest website I've ever seen. Don't miss this event. It WILL change your life.&lt;br /&gt;Yay, so i finally posted. I will try to post weekly, cause seriously, over the past few months, I have accumulated many things to say. I'm getting a bit hungry from the fast. Homewrk not done. Chiong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-4498745248118660672?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/4498745248118660672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=4498745248118660672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/4498745248118660672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/4498745248118660672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/05/ok-i-seriously-apologise-for-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-6104115024533088654</id><published>2007-03-12T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T19:00:59.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's been a long time since I posted, almost one month? Even though I'm sure not many people read my posts, nevertheless. Anyway, almost 3 months have passed since Pastor Dowdy broke us into the new year. And in this three months my faith has grown hugely.&lt;br /&gt;Last week was Mission week, and Pastor Jay from U.S gave us the sermon. It was great. I mean truly great. It really hit me really hard--all of us were made for greatness, and nothing less. After his sermon was time to pledge our money. They would key in the number from each section into the Excel spreadsheet, and the total amount would increase. Every time the amount increases by another $10,000, the entire Ignyte would give a loud cheer. It was really exciting, to see the amount rising, and then rising, and then continue rising. The altar call was amazing. To be touched by God after a hard trial was just amazing. I knew I had to share this message with RV's next prayer grp meeting. And this prayer grp and its birth was an incredible experience. You want a increase in faith, or a reason to believe God exists? I encourage you to read on, no matter how long the post is.&lt;br /&gt;It was only 2 weeks after the new year began. Pastor Gary spoke to us about being a mighty warrior and more than conquerors through him who loved us. It was a great sermon. It was then that I heard a voice, "Start a prayer group in RV". I kinda hesitated. Was that voice from God? I kinda ignored it, until the next day when I was doing my TAWG. I was reading Hebrews and this verse jumped out at me. "If you hear his voice, do not harden your hearts." Even though it was meant to be used in different contexts, it still spoke to me. That's the amazing thing. God called out to me twice. So i called up Livia. Told her what I think God has in store for RV. So she agreed, and then I called up Lois. Soon I called up Cyrus, and then Lin Geng, and then Lois called up Clementine. Soon we were prepared for our first prayer group meeting. It was too be held the following week. We had an expected turnup of 6 people&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That Saturday was Mission Mandate. We all came in our school uniform. We all were on the frontlines now, standing in the gap for our secondary schools. I had a truly amazing altar call experience. When Pastor Gary finally prayed over us, breakthrough happened in every one of us. It was to be the recharging point, the final comfort zone, before I continued on. The next week was intended to be the first prayer group.&lt;br /&gt;First week. I was hoping for it to turn out well. I had prepared my notes for what I was going to speak on. But it didn't really go according to my hopes. We had to postpone the meeting, because a lot of people couldn't turn up. Never mind, I thought. This is an opportunity to invite more people. And so Kah Yan was invited too. Lin Geng had 7 Christians in his class, yet he didn't have enough courage to invite his friends. And trust me, it needs a lot of courage.&lt;br /&gt;Second week. I was really hoping it would turn out well now. This time I had told Bro Rendy about this group. And it gave some kind of encouragement, especially on that night I talked with him alone in the room, where my eyes were tearing and where I felt the presence of God. Everything was going according to plan. Until on the exact day the prayer group was suppose to start. I was informed that I actually had badminton competition on that day. Another delay. I was really beginning to tire emotionally and spiritually. But after a short communion with God, I was ready to go again.&lt;br /&gt;Third week. Nothing, I told myself, can possibly go wrong now. I was wrong. It was exactly the first peer support session. I was devastated. I still remember the SMS I sent out to everyone. "For the third time, the prayer grp is postponed because of PSS. I'd expected Satan to throw everything at this group, but not to this extent. Guys, I'm spiritually exhausted. But I press on, anchored in the Word of God. I need you guys to press on with me...." Looking back at the amount of faith I had at that period, I am amazed. There must have been divine intervention.&lt;br /&gt;Bro. Rendy received my SMS and met up with me for prayer. It felt good, where someone was actually standing with me and was showing it. The next prayer group meeting was next week as PSS was held every fortnight.&lt;br /&gt;It was the final day before the 7th of Febraury, the prayer group meeting. I was having my TAWG, and I told God," Please make this go according to plan. I simply cannot take any more of this." God had other plans. The next day looked smooth-sailing. But then everything went wrong. Cyrus had to go home early for his unexpected change in schedule, Lin Geng also had to go home, Livia also had to leave early, and only Lois and Clementine could come. Nevertheless, I waited in the gallery for them. They didn't arrive. I had pushed past my breaking point for almost 1 month, and that day I snapped. I dropped to my knees and begin to weep and weep. Why, I asked God. Why am I being put through all this? And then God spoke to me through the Bible. "Be still, and know that I am God." Psalm 46:10 "For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11 "The Lord your God is with you, and he is mighty to save."Zephaniah 3:17 "Therefore let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning at shame and sat down at the right hand of God." HEbrews 12:2 My weeping was no longer the tears of the hurt, but the tears of the loved. "Spread awide in the arms of Christ, is the love that cover sin. NO greater love have I ever known." That was the first recharging point I had since Mission Mandate, and it did not happen in church, but in a quiet gallery. THat was really an incredible experience.&lt;br /&gt;Our next prayer group meeting was now set to 28 Feb. On that day, Lin Geng, Kah Yan and Clementine did not come. But I decided to go ahead, and the first Sec 1 prayer group meeting in the history of RV was held. To think that we are the fulfillment of prayer (from the teachers' prayer group and the Year 4 Christians) was amazing. I know from that day that the prayer group was going to grow, and many souls would come into the kingdom because of it, us. We will see God move in RV.&lt;br /&gt;ON 30th of December 2006, Pastor Derick gave us the sermon. That if you make a descision to step up in faith and be a warrior for God, you have to expect storms in your life.(you might remember that post) In my sermon notes, I wrote this down. "Forecast=Storms expected in crossing!" Little did I know the prophetic nature of this statement. I experienced storms on the greatest level I've ever felt. But the reason I think God allowed this. He seeks to demonstrate his faithfulnes and strengthen my own. He took me to another level, from strength to strength through this storm. Sometimes God calms the storm for us. Sometimes he chooses to ride it out with us. Just looking back at the divine positioning, at the faithfulness of God, is bringing tears into my eyes. Man. Amazing love. I'm really struggling for words now. This experience shall be a testimony as long as I have breath. People reading this, Jesus loves you. He demonstrated his faithfulness and love in my life. I serve a God who is faithful and true.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I urge you brothers and sister reading this, in view of such faithfulness, to step out of your comfort zone, into the arena of faith, and trust that the glory of the Lord shall be your rear guard. And for those who do not have Jesus in your life. His love is the constant in your life. He wil change your life. Let him come in.&lt;br /&gt;I really can't think of a better way to end this. I now offer my praise to God. " I'll sing to you Lord a hymn of praise for you faithfulness in me. I'm carried in everlasting arms, you never let me go. Through it all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-6104115024533088654?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/6104115024533088654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=6104115024533088654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/6104115024533088654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/6104115024533088654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-been-long-time-since-i-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-378126512844975011</id><published>2007-02-11T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T09:49:25.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 weeks ago I decided to procastinate my post. I did the same for 2 weeks ago, last week and finally I'm left with lots of things to say. (estimate about 3,000 words) Don't worry, I cannot type 3,000 words in half an hour. Therefore I shall talk about what happen yesterday: y = mx + c.&lt;br /&gt;The Ignyte Host (previously called SOF) met together at 3, where we had briefing and a moment of prayer. In case you didn't know what Ignyte host is, it's really on the frontlines. First we make first time visitors feel welcomed, then we stay with them through service and then bring them up to the guest reception room. Every week people get saved in the guest reception room because of IH.&lt;br /&gt;After that, every SP went to the SP briefing, and I wasn't an SP. It was then that I got my first FTV, 1hr before the service even started. It went quite well, even though there were quite a feel weird moments of silence. Never mind, I learn from experience. By the way, my FTV was from Vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;The doors open, and we went into the chapel. We had song dedication, where my FTV's friend dedicated a song to him. Yeah, first we played some games, and then the programme started. WE started off with some praise, and them we showed the drama. It was amazing. With Ps. Gary's preaching, it really knocked me off my feet. The awesome love of Jesus is the constant in my life. It doesn't matter what my gradient is, his love is sufficient for me. It was absolutely amazing. I was praying that my FTV respond to the altar call to except Jesus as his Saviour. He didn't. I was not fazed.&lt;br /&gt;I went up with him to the guest reception room. There, I made a mistake. I was sort of over-passionate. I should have spent the first few minutes talking crap, but I jumped into the main topic almosts too quick. Yup, that was a mistake. When I finally asked him whether he wants to make the descision that will change his life, you can tell he was extremely pressured. He was looking down, and his breathing was very heavy. Finally said he needed more time. NEver mind, I have faith he will be saved one day.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in the room for all one, and then went down to grab some food. We went up again to arrange the chairs, and finally had our evaluation. We closed this awesome day with a prayer, thanking God for so many lives impacted.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, that day was an awesome demonstration of God's love and grace. 34 FTV's turned up, 6 re-dedicated their lives to Jesus and 6 souls came into the kingdom. Only by HIs love. His love, the constant in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-378126512844975011?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/378126512844975011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=378126512844975011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/378126512844975011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/378126512844975011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/02/3-weeks-ago-i-decided-to-procastinate.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-116980803604024347</id><published>2007-01-26T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T18:40:36.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sry for not posting for so long(even though I'm not sure whether anyone reads it), was kinda busy. Anyway, I am already participating in the badminton competition ( for Sec 2 one leh), but, I'm playing reserves. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Both competition days were the same, we were crazy. I mean it. We sang on the bus for the journey the whole way. The matches were boring to me, cause' I couldn't play lah. But watching us win 2 schools made me very happy, and furthermore, I could get the badminton jersey for free.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today after the competition ended, we went to Macs for celebration. The only reason I went was because my seniors were treating me. It was then that I discovered a erm, weird C Division boys traidtion. It's sort of like a drinking game, just that if you lose, you don't need to drink. But don't worry, the game didn't lose a single element of fun. If you lose, you have to eat a disgusting delicacy. For this one, they mixed some coke with some MacFlurry, two packets of chilli and one chewed up chicken wing. Pointless? Of course, that is the main point. Sensible? You decide. Fun? Of course.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so C Division Boys are crazy. That's why I love them!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-116980803604024347?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/116980803604024347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=116980803604024347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/116980803604024347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/116980803604024347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/01/sry-for-not-posting-for-so-longeven.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-116861222948671966</id><published>2007-01-12T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T22:30:29.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I assure you this post is not going to be very long. I'm gonna talk not about what happen in school, but what happen &lt;em&gt;going back&lt;/em&gt; from school. You see, I was leaving school from badminton and happen to see Xiao Hui with one of his friends. Didn't really know that friend of his, but we went onto the bus together. After Xiao Hui got of at his stop, that person started a conversation with me. And really, I noticed that there was something different about him. The way he talks, the things that he took about, extremely different from a typical teenage boy at this age. It gives me enough confidence to throw away all masquearades and be completely honest with each other. And then he asked the question, "Are you Christian?" And I was actually quite surprised that he(most probably knew, cause he didn't ask "What religion?" ) Turns out, both of us were Christians. And God really spoke to me and I suddenly remembered this verse. I was thinking about it through the rest of our journey home, which trust me, felt very short cause of our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;"The light of the righteous shines brightly." Proverbs 13:6 Really, we as Christians have to live the life for Christ. Before non-Christians can believe that Jesus Christ is credible, they have to know that you are credible. "Preach always, and if necessary, use words." St. Francis. Our life, even without us saying anything, has to make a scream for Christ. We need to live a life worthy of Christ's death and righteousness, and when we do, the bible says our light will shine brightly. We need to be completely different from the pattern of this world. And i suddenly remember why I chose this blogskin in the first place. I'll summarise this post with a quote from the song "Live the life" by Michael W SMith.&lt;br /&gt;"For the world to know the truth, there can be no greater proof, than to live the life, live the life. There's no love as quite as pure, there's no pain we can't endure, if we live the life, live the life. Be a light for all to see, for every act of love will set you free."&lt;br /&gt;Living the life for Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-116861222948671966?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/116861222948671966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=116861222948671966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/116861222948671966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/116861222948671966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-assure-you-this-post-is-not-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-116841771055005570</id><published>2007-01-10T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T16:28:30.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, Monday was the last day of Mission Impossible Orientation 2007. I won't type a post as long as the other time; I'll just tell you about our performance. Here's the thing about it: it rocked!! Our class should have won 1st prize!! But nevermind. Anyway, 会有那么一天 for me will always be connectedto 1F'07. I will forever remember Mission Impossible Orientation 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I feel like changing blogskin. Getting bored of this skin. Hooray! This is my shortest post in the history of my blog! Alright!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-116841771055005570?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/116841771055005570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=116841771055005570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/116841771055005570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/116841771055005570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/01/ok-monday-was-last-day-of-mission.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-116781830888225908</id><published>2007-01-03T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T11:26:08.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1st day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty smiley; everything made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride made me smile. I was laughing at how terrible the ride is and how the engine must be made out of rust. The briefing in the LT1 made me smile; the teacher was so funny. (involuntarily) The entry into the school hall made me smile; we were greeted be applause, cheers and a standing ovation. That was really nice. The perfomance by the dance troupe was so funny. It was like the school wanted to choose the type of dance they want performed, so they put a suggestion box outside the office. Of course, they were many ideas, so they said,"I know! Let's have all of them!" It is that funny. They were Chinese, Malay and erm...what looked to be Thai. The first song the chorale sang made me smile, it sounded like a African folk song, which was nice. The second song made me struggle to not burst out laughing. The principal's speech, should that bring a smile to my face? Probably.&lt;br /&gt;Back at class, the form teachers made me smile, cause' of how slow and extremely boring they were just because of "administrative matters". After that was icebreakers, where the PSLs played with us. (yeah, our PSLs were qiaowei, kenderick and wei cheng. I wonder whether si min is a PSL. there was a person from the council, but i forgot his name, which i really didn't mean to. Let's just call him &lt;em&gt;well-spoken man&lt;/em&gt;.) The games made me smile, cause' of how funny it is. I won't go into the details, but you have to remember everyone's names. (which I didn't really)&lt;br /&gt;Breaktime, and all Lasallians met up. We walked around school, and we saw a dead large-tailed nightjar. (a bird I always wanted to see) That made me smile. You might take I'm a sick retard, but I realised that God knew it when this bird fell and clothed it with those beautiful feathers. Never do I have to worry again.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went on the school tour, which brought a smile to my face. Why? I have no idea. We still had a few minutes late, so a cheering war started between the classes, in which we were quite high. The 1hr briefing brought a smile to my first, because I fell asleep. After that, we learnt the school song. The school song brought a smile to my face, because of nice(like a chinese folk song, actually it is Chinese, but very hard to sing) and how the lyrics is full of meaning.Lunch. hmmm. Should it bring a smile to my face?&lt;br /&gt;The mass dance. The PSLs demonstrated the dance to us, and it really brought a smile to my face. Fortunately, we did not need to it as we will learn it the next dar.&lt;br /&gt;Peer support session. si min and &lt;em&gt;well-spoken man&lt;/em&gt; wasn't there, so there shoudn't be a PSL. We played wacko. But didn't really bring a smile to my face. But the mocking and the &lt;em&gt;saboing &lt;/em&gt;was endless. My PSL started it by  calling Livia my "darling", just because I kept argueing with her, which really does not make sense. Then, I was made to do a forfeit cause I accidentally wacked someone in wacko, which was not in the rules at all. And i was sure the mocking would never end. "yeah, you found something not to smile about." wrong. For some reason, that made me smile. I guess seeing people smile will make you smile. Verdict: Smiling is contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to assemble in class because it was raining. There we had wet-weather program (sounds familiar right lasallians?). The first team building games was ahh. It's hard to remember. yeah, we had to retreive a water bottle from the middle of a circle without stepping into the barrier. lying on the floor is also not allowed. The first circle was small, our class,1F, had no trouble plucking it out. The PSLs made the circle bigger. It took as quite a while to figure it out, but in the end, a smart guy (didn't mean to forget his name) got it. Oh yeah, all the PSLs drew on my face. Break-time. Nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously forgot the next teambuilding game. oh yeah, I remember. Captain's ball. My class won 2 out of 3 games, which wasn't that bad. Lunch time. The char-siew fan was nice.&lt;br /&gt;The mass dance was nice. Firstly, the sun dance was elaborate, but fun. The bollywood dance was simple, but beautifully choreagraphed. We learnt the song in 1hr. The next 30 min was planning for the campfire item in class, and the PSLs was obviously irritated, cause our class couldn't make a descision. We finally agreed to sing Lin Jun Jie's 会有那么一天, which I later found out was extremely nice. Peer support session again. I'm trying to remember again. Ok, i seriously can't remember. After this was suppose to be dismissal, but I had to stay for badminton training. I finally reached home at 8pm. yes, that's right, 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with flag raising ceremony at the parade square.  After that we had peer support session, which was really fun. Everyone of us had to do the lingo. (or limbo, dunno how to spell) After that was breaktime. Once again, nothing to say. Then, the CCA trials began. It didn't need to go, cause' of DSA. And the first trial was coincidentally, badminton. So I decided to stay with my team while my class tried it out. Fun, fun, fun. My class also went for table tennis trials. Then, they moved on. Meanwhile, I was getting bored. So I decided to join with my class again. I found them at the volleyball court. I joined the trial for fun. In the end they wanted me, which I wasn't sure why. So what if i can jump 2.6m? After that, where did we go? I can't quite remember. I think we went to wushu. Yeah, that was boring. After that was lunch? I think so. We met below the flagpole, and then moved on to athletics. While they were running, me and Kenderick were buying drinks for everyone. Then, I went to the basketball court, where I also participated in trials. The class was splitted into two, and we played a match. My group won. The coach then narrowed down the shortlist and we played with another class. That was a trash. Then we went back to class, and prepared for our item. Let me tell you, it rocked. We were than given our orientation t-shirt, in which we changed into and then ate dinner. After that, we went to the UG village, in which all our PSLs were in one of them. (qiaowei was obviously the most passionate) We gathered together in the hall. Then, we went to the field, in which our campfire was going to be held. We were extremely high and the cheering was probably the most fun I've had in the three days. I cannot describe how vibrant the atmosphere was. The campfire began, and the group performances began. Things had gone so well, something had to go wrong. And it did. It rained. So my class had to perform the next week. Still, fun, fun, and more fun.&lt;br /&gt;So, what's the point of typing this super long post? I'll summarise here.&lt;br /&gt;RV people can get high in the snap of a finger. They are extremely sociable and passionate about the school. My PSLs taught me that, so rock on qiaowei, Kenderick and wei cheng. I thought I would never find a school as great as DLS, or friends as great as Lasallians. But i found it, and i found it in RV. So now, if you offered me to transfer to a top school, I would refuse. In other words, RV, you have won my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-116781830888225908?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/116781830888225908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=116781830888225908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/116781830888225908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/116781830888225908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/01/1st-day-i-was-pretty-smiley-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-116761985190914245</id><published>2007-01-01T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T10:50:51.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was New Year's Eve in my church, which I know am proud to say has two regional centres, one at Adam Road and one massive building at Paya Lebar. Trust me, it was amazing, truly amazing.&lt;br /&gt;At 4pm, I met my section at Paya Lebar MRT, and then we took the bus to church. When we reached there, there was an extremely long quee for people going into the LT for cell group communion. Really, the queue was even longer than the longest queue in Escape. Still. We finally got into the LT, where the leaders were briefed and then we moved into the unfinished library. (really unfinished, the cement on the ground has just been layed out) We stood in a circle, and then we just communed, praying for each other, partaking of the emblems with each other and finally Pastor Gary (Youth pastor for &lt;a href="mailto:Trinity@Adam"&gt;Trinity@Adam&lt;/a&gt;, which is where I'm going) prayed for all of us. That was great.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we took the bus to the post office headquarters, where we were to eat our dinner. We ate in Macdonalds, and then chatted for 1hr until it was time to go.&lt;br /&gt;Right, now it was Watchnight.(our church's countdown) I had to join my family because of some reasons, but that's not the main point. The main point was to worship God and break into the new year. Normally, I would try to describe it or at least put sermon notes. Hmm. I'm just lost for words now. It was...it was absolutely amazing. I suppose you have to experience it to truly know what it means. erm. I'm just thinking of such a great year I've been through, and yet, the best is yet to come, cause' God still has great things destined for you, for Ignyte, and for Trinity Christian Centre. The best is yet to come...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I reached home at 2am and immediately flopped down into bed, so now I'll visit every blog and give them New Year's greetings. My New Year's resolution is short: I'm going to leave a purpose-driven life. Blessed New Year everybody!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No limits, no boundaries. I see increase all around me. Stretch out, reach out. Release me, enlarge my territory.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-116761985190914245?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/116761985190914245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=116761985190914245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/116761985190914245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/116761985190914245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2007/01/yesterday-was-new-years-eve-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-116752720671509259</id><published>2006-12-31T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T09:06:57.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sry for not posting so long. (dunno how many times i have said that) Came back from Malaysia 3 days ago, and I actually wanted to write about the trip. So I have to write about 4 days of holiday in 1hr........okay, I'm ditching that plan and jumping straight to what happen today.&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day of Ignyte! before we split into Adam and PL. The cell was yeah, memorable. Definately gonna miss my P6 cell. To my cell members (even though I doubt they'll be reading this), the bond formed between us in 3 months is strong enough to rival the bond between my primary school friends. You've been great friends! Stay strong in the Lord and trust that the glory of the Lord shall be your rear guard! Remember, he has plans to prosper you, to give you a future and a hope! The last Ignyte! service was great, probably the best I've had. When I step up in faith and decide to follow Jesus, I will be expecting storms. But am I afraid? No. Cause Jesus is on the boat with me, so that when there is a slightest sign that a storm is coming, I will cry out to him, "Master, it's time to chill the storm!" Yeah, "With Christ in the vessel we can smile in the storm."&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be Watchnight service, the last night the entire Ignyte will stand together in the same auditorium. I believe that Ignyte will be used by God for great exploits. One day, and I am really looking forward to that day, both &lt;a href="mailto:Ignyte@Adam"&gt;Ignyte@Adam&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="mailto:Ignyte@PL"&gt;Ignyte@PL&lt;/a&gt; will join together in one massive service, fillling up PL's 1000-seat auditorium, standing once again together to worship the great I AM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-116752720671509259?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/116752720671509259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=116752720671509259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/116752720671509259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/116752720671509259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2006/12/sry-for-not-posting-so-long_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-116669523839778168</id><published>2006-12-21T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T18:27:47.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was actually thinking of posting something different today. But I saw someone who was hurt because of getting into a school she did not want. It's hard to believe I hated her before, yet I'm doing this for her. This confirms the fact that she has finally became my friend. The next passage I write is inspired and occasionally quoted by "The Purpose-Driven Life" by Rick Warren, with some parts added in by me. This is for you Natalie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When God seems distant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes God seems so distant. I'd had that feeling before. But God is real, no matter how you feel. It's really easy to worship God when things are all going well. But the greatest level of worship is to worship God in spite of pain, thanking God during a trial, trusting him when tempted, surrendering while suffering, and loving him when he seems distant.&lt;br /&gt;Natalie, do you have a actual friendship with God? Or is he just some medicine which you use when you are sick, asking Him for help when you're in trouble, and seperating when you're out of trouble?&lt;br /&gt;IF you do, friendships are often tested by seperation and silence. In your friendship with God, you won't alway feel &lt;em&gt;close&lt;/em&gt; to him.&lt;br /&gt;To mature your friendship, God will test it with times of&lt;em&gt; seeming&lt;/em&gt; seperation.&lt;br /&gt;David had one of the closest relationships with God. God called him "a man after my own heart". And yet, they were times when David complained about God's apparent absence. "Why, O Lord, do you stand far off? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?" Psalms 10:1. "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, so far from the words of my groaning?" Psalm 22:1. "Why have you rejected me?" Psalm 43:2.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, God hasn't left you. He has made a promise, repeatedly for that matter. "I will &lt;strong&gt;never &lt;/strong&gt;leave you nor forsake you." Deuteronomy 31:8, Psalm 37:28, John 14:15-18, Hebrews 13:5. But God has not promised "you will always &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; my presence."&lt;br /&gt;This is normal! It's part of the testing and maturing of your friendship with God. It is painful and disconcerting, but it is absolutely vital for the developement of your faith.&lt;br /&gt;It is a test of faith. Will you continue to love, trust, obey, and worship God, even when you have no sense of his presence or visible evidence of his work in your life?&lt;br /&gt;When you worship, you do not look for a feeling. In fact, worship isn't suppose to bring a smile to your face. It's suppose to put a smile on God's face. &lt;strong&gt;He's more concerned that you &lt;em&gt;trust&lt;/em&gt; him than that you &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; him.&lt;/strong&gt; Faith, not feelings, pleases God.&lt;br /&gt;Job lose everything he has in a single day. And the most discouraging is that in thirty-seven chapters, God said nothing! HOw do you praise God when you don't understand what's happening in your life and God is silent? How do you stay keep your eyes on Jesus when your eyes are clouded with tears? You do what Job did, "Then he fell to the ground in worship and said: 'Naked I came from my mother's womb, and naked I will depart. The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away; may the name of the Lord be praised.'" Job 1:20-21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Tell God exactly how you feel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour out your heart to God. Upload every emotion that you're feeling. Job did this when he said "I can't be quiet! I am angry and bitter. I have to speak!" God can handle your doubt, anger, fear, grief, confusion, and questions. God can handle that type of frankness. God hates model answers. God allowed Abraham to question and challenge him over the desturction of the city of Sodom. God listen patiently to David's many accusations of unfairness, betrayal, and abandonment. God did not slay Jeremiah when he claimed that God had tricked him. Job was allowed to vent his bitterness during his ordeal, and in the end, God defended Job for being honest. God expressed to Moses his disgust with Israel's disobedience, and said he won't take one step further with them into the desert. Moses responded in a startling example of frankess, that "this is YOUR people, your responsibility....If your presence doesn't take the lead here, call this trip off right now!" And God agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Admitting your hopelessness to God can be a statement of faith! &lt;/strong&gt;David wrote, "I believed, so I said, 'I am completely ruined!'" Psalms 116:10 It might sound like a contradiction: I trust God but I'm wiped out. But it actually reveals deep faith. First, he believed in God. Secondly, he believed would listen. Thirdly, he believe God would let him be frank and yet still love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Focus on who God is--his unchanging nature, and worship him for that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang onto God's unchanging character. Remind yourself what you know is eternally true about God. "Never doubt in the dark what God told you in the light." V. Raymond Edman.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;He is good and loving.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;He is all-powerful.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;He notices every detail of my life.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;He is in control.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;He has a plan for my life.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt;He will save me.&lt;br /&gt;Then worship him for that. Worship is an ultimate surrender to God, giving God ALL control and trusting him. True, David did complain to God. But he always stop and have a &lt;em&gt;selah&lt;/em&gt; moment, and then praise God, leading to incredible worship. Now this song is for you Nat. I'm not typing the lyrics out, I want you to listen carefully, open up your heart, and let it impact you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 207px; HEIGHT: 181px" height="181" width="207"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uHdcyue0bSw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uHdcyue0bSw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Turst God to keep his promises.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During times of spiritual dryness you must patiently rely on the promises of God, not your emotions, and realise that he is taking you to a deeper level of maturity.&lt;br /&gt;So don't be troubled by trouble. Circumstances cannot change the character of God. God's grace is still in full force. "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." 2 Corinthians 12:9 Job's faith was strong in the midst of pain. When you feel abandoned by God yet continue to trust him in spite of your feelings, you worship him in the deepest way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Remember what God has already done for you. &lt;/strong&gt;(this goes out to anyone one else reading this)&lt;br /&gt;If God never did anything else for you, he would still deserve your continual praise for the rest of your life because of what Jesus done for you on the cross. God's Son died for you! This is the greatest reason for worship.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately , we forget the cruel details of the sacrifice Jesus made on our behalf. He was whipped with not just an ordinary whip, but those with hooks and nails, that ripped flesh off. 40 whips would have killed him. He was given 39. Imagine thorns digging into the veins of your temper. He was treated worse than an animal.&lt;br /&gt;Then, just 1 whip away from death, he was forced to drag a cumbersome cross up a hill. When he was nailed to the cross, the soldiers pulled his arms apart, they dislocated them, until each one was at one end of the cross. The nails went in between the two bones just below the palm. Take the most painful experience you had, and multiply that by 1000. Then, as the cross was erected, he would be pulled down by gravity, and his body weight would just be supported by two bones and his feet. And yet, people still mocked him&lt;br /&gt;Next, as He took all of mankind's sin and guilt on himself, God looked away from that ugly sight, and Jesus cried out in total desperation, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" Jesus could have saved himself--but he didn't. In fact, according to Hebrews 12:2, he did it with joy. What was that joy? You. It was you. He looked through the corridors of time and said "I'm doing this for Natalie. I'm doing this so that I could spend eternity with her in paradise."&lt;br /&gt;Jesus gave up everything so that you could have everything. That alone is worthy of your continual praise. Never again Natalie should you wonder what you have to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll end of with assurance, Nat, that the glory of the Lord shall be your rear guard. "All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be." Psalms 139:16 "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11. "The Lord of Host has sworn, 'Surely, as I have planned, so it will be, and as I have purposed, so it will stand.'" Isiah 14:28. God has a great plan for you. Fear not, and believe in Yeshua Ha Meshiach. "And surely, I will be with you to the very end of age." Matthew 28:20&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-116669523839778168?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/116669523839778168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=116669523839778168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/116669523839778168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/116669523839778168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-was-actually-thinking-of-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-116636748522971964</id><published>2006-12-17T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T00:47:44.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sry for not posting so long. it's not that i wasn't trying, it's just that time is endangered in my schedule. you cannot imagine how many drafts I have. Anyway, just came back from Thailand. I'm pretty sure that camp is a &lt;em&gt;little &lt;/em&gt;, more fun than it. (I say a little so that I won't sound ungrateful to my parents) Yeah. I went off-roading. Trust me, it wasn't fun enough. There was too little off-road. All I'm left with are some scars from my over-heated engine, a sore throat and the longing for a Bugatti Veyron. The only good thing was when I change gear for my quad-bike; it's just like someone slapping you in the back.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, today was Celebrate!! I really stood up from the crowd. My shirt was hardly formal, my shoes were on the brink of destruction (from the Thailand trip) and my hair was like grass (thnks to my barber...). But other than that, I loved it!! The food was delicious (the waiting wasn't that bad, just suck on the candy), the activities were quite fun, the singing was nice and the sermon sliced to my heart. I am going to step into the new year with a shift in paradigm and with my sword drawn. It's time for the church to vow to set all captives free, and not let Satan have one more! It's time Ignyte! for heaven's sake to step up to the plate! Take a stand upon God's promise and storm hell's rusty gates, and the gates of hell shall not prevail against us!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, 2007 is going to be a year of growth, where God would take Ignyte! from glory to glory and strength to strength. I believe that. Plans to prosper me, not to harm me. By the way, I've thought this would be important.&lt;br /&gt;"From now on, I am a slave for Jesus Christ."&lt;br /&gt;                             Stepping into a new season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-116636748522971964?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/116636748522971964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=116636748522971964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/116636748522971964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/116636748522971964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2006/12/sry-for-not-posting-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-116390621814892746</id><published>2006-11-19T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T11:43:18.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was "So you think you can scream" in my church, and it absolutely rocked. It's time. It's time for my life to make a scream about Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;So what are we screaming about? Some people scream through their blogs, or even through cutting themselves. Screaming doesn't have to be outward, you might be screaming in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Well, your life has to scream about Jesus. Does it? Is your life victorious or defeated? Is your life filled with God's wonders or just a wander?&lt;br /&gt;There are 3 people who made a scream through eternity.&lt;br /&gt;Mat 2 The three wise men--Magi--chased Jesus Christ when he was born to &lt;strong&gt;worship&lt;/strong&gt; him. They brought Jesus 3 gifts. If you want your life to scream about Jesus, follow these 3 things.&lt;br /&gt;1. Gold--Pure worship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gift of sincerity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our worship has to be geniune. The heart of worship comes from your heart. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worship is about the ultimate surrender to Jeus Christ. Surrending is often associated with failure, with losing. But this surrender brings breakthroughs and transformation. This surrender brings victory.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unsincere worship is like taking a coke, spitting in it and giving it to God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Frankincense--Scent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"And live a life of love, just as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a &lt;strong&gt;fragrant offering&lt;/strong&gt; and sacrifice to God. " Ephesian 5:12&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just as Jesus offered himself as a fragant offering, we too must follow him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Myrrh--Living sacrifices&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The greatest gift to someone who has it all is yourself. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Therefore, I urge you, brothers, in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as &lt;strong&gt;living sacrifices&lt;/strong&gt;, holy and pleasing to God--&lt;strong&gt;this is your spiritual act of worship&lt;/strong&gt;." Romans 12:1&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No longer should we control our own lifes. God should control it and use it in the big picture. Once again, surrender.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;We sang this wonderful song in this worship experience. It goes like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I like you, I love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want more to see.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Without you Jesus, they will be no me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wished I had a symphony.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But my simple gift is me."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God, my life is yours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-116390621814892746?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/116390621814892746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=116390621814892746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/116390621814892746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/116390621814892746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterday-was-so-you-think-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-116375717073476418</id><published>2006-11-17T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T17:27:54.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Here is where the road divides, here is where we realise the sculpting of our Father's great design. Through times you've been a friend to me, but time is now the enemy, I wished we didn't have to say goodbye."&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day of school. The day I've been dreading since P5. I knew I was going to miss my friends and DLS, but not to such an extent. "I need a memory for the last day of school", I thought. And so I decided to stay back in school for a final farewell tour of DLS.&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be an totally unplanned and uncensored tour of DLS, just like the first time we were here--young, dumb, innocent. Me, Shawn, Nathan, Joel and Jonas began on the tour. (order might be wrong, but what the heck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our starting point was, of course, the canteen. Ah, the canteen. The place where out-of-this-world food was served to us. The canteen. The school canteen. It does have a ring to it, like the only place where you could lose your mind and escape from the WMD(Weapons of Mass-destruction) of most--and i emphasise the word "most" which is not all--teachers: nagging and scolding. Haha. I remember the first time I bought food from the canteen. It was during orientation, and I went to the seat singing, "I'm so proud of myself! How clever I am!" That of course was the pure innoncence in me that time talking. So, my tour group ate our last bowl of noodles, and made a toast to the friendship that lasted us through all times. It was time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;We moved on to the basketball court. I seem to have my share of injuries there. Joel tore my shirt there; I got hit by the basketball at least 15 times; and I got elbowed, hit and battered an equal number of times. If you are a delicate person, I do not suggest basketball. And yet, I sprung up at incredible(to me) 9cm playing basketball. Basketball really suits the little hobbit friend of mine, Jonas.&lt;br /&gt;The drainage pipe next to the basketball was our passageway into the field. This was where countless of unfortunate people have finished their 1.6km run, tongues hanging like a pathetic dog, chest heaving like some retarded puffer fish, and muscles burning like I-don't-know-what. I'm not embarrassed to say that i was one of them. I might even say that I'm proud of relieving myself there before(P3).&lt;br /&gt;We stepped into the football field. This was probably the fighting ring of the school. Shakthi fought(and beat up) Keenan, two different teams clashed for some kind of racial riot lunacy(ironically on Racial Harmony Day) etc. Luckily, Shakthi has now converted from soccerism to basketballism. We attacked the thing that caused all this fights--the goal post. We ram into the net and post. Nathan got tangled up, so we left him there to rot and die.(joking) We moved out of the battlefield, who knows how many land mines have been planted.&lt;br /&gt;From there, we moved into the Eco-garden. Wait, is that the Eco-garden? It's some kind of puny fruit tree plantation at the back of the soccer field. Ah, whatever it is, the fruit trees are puny. There're not even fruit trees, they're just trees. Oh, we used to hunt for spiders there. And i remember the Science trail. We stumbled on the place Godzilla(our frog) landed when he jumped over the third-storey ledge to his freedom. We looked for the remains of Godzilla. Nothing. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;From there we exited the "Eco-garden" and went to the P1 class room blocks. We had a small toilet-break and realised how short we were in P1 when we saw the platform raised specially for Jonas/Hobbit-like P1s. We then went to the small little garden in the middle of the classroom blocks. "Insect cemetery", I like to call it, as me and shawn bury dead insects in paper coffins there.&lt;br /&gt;We really didn't know where to go next. We moved to the General office area and saw what I believe to be Eunice, Kelly Ang, Amanda, Celeste and Gina. Took a few pictures, which I do not understand why. We finally saw the real Eco-garden, you know the one with waterwheel spinning, and went in. We sat under the umbrella with a bench and had a spot of low-tea. The girl-group came in when having low-tea, and so we continued exploring. We found the place where we saw two grasshoppers doing what their instinct tells them to do--to reproduce and &lt;em&gt;you know what i mean. &lt;/em&gt;Then we went into the Aquaponics rearing area. I remember a group of us trying to grow plants there. The plants eventually died because we often forgot to turn on the sprinkler. Not today. I turned on the sprinkler, and it was the musical "Singing in the Rain II". We walked out of the Eco-garden fairly refraished by the man-made rain.&lt;br /&gt;We walked to the carpark, where I so often walked to the bus, slapping Shanash whenever I see her. We walked into so kind of what appeared to be a garbage dump with plants, where the leaf trail was held. It was a usual haunt for cleaners having medium-tea. We set down on the bench to catch our breath. I opened the door of what appeared to be a store room, and was shocked--shocked is actually an understatement--by what I saw. I silently closed the door and said,"Run. There's a guard sleeping in there." We dashed out. I sure hoped we didn't wake up the guard.&lt;br /&gt;We went into the canteen from behind and walked to the PE room. There, we took balls and just started bouncing. We eventually had to rush out in a jiffy in fear of teacher, but hey, it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;We moved on to the &lt;a href="mailto:DLS@Play"&gt;DLS@Play&lt;/a&gt; (why is my words blue). We had made a fool out of ourself countless times there. We also sit there during the Science Fair 2005, while waiting for our group to finish their station in the Robotics Lab. Ironically, we got scolded by Mr Yeo for doing our job. We played the number game for the last time. We moved on to the fish pond. Man, do the fish look bad. One of the fish had a deep cut on it's back. That's probably because it tried to kill itself after living a life of misery, bobbing around like a lifeless coconut. We even thought we saw a dead fish lieing in a "Fish Cemetery"(our school has two cemeteries? that's a first).&lt;br /&gt;From there, we moved to the library, and on finding that it was locked, moved up to the second storey. We went to the AVA room, and cleaners were inside. We went to the Language room. No one was inside, except for the presence that Elvin had left in it after showing off his dictatorship skills for entrepenuership day.&lt;br /&gt;We then moved back stage when they were having a concert.(really) Nathan opened the door to the stage, and we went onto stage.(with a curtain blocking us of course) Suddenly, a teacher called out to us. We thought it was the end. Turned out she was looking for an AV monitor, and Nathan saved us. We found the foam mattress which our class ruined when we were waiting for our turn to go on stage. Our class has performed a few times there before, and come on, waiting for your turn can be extremely boring. Why not mindlessly destroy some things while waiting?&lt;br /&gt;When Nathan was finished, he had to go. So we bid berboi farewell and moved on. We moved on to behind the hall, where M:I:IX was carried out during the motivational camp, where we ran in and out of the hall without teachers knowing. We crawled over some deflated mattress and saw a jumping spring at the side, presumably for people to jump over. Ah, the place where we poured water over the cars below.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the computer lab(not sure whether it's 1, 2 or 3), and there were people inside. The prayer room, and locked. Music room, people inside. Is there a room that is not locked and free of people? Went to the corridor with benches music room. A special corridor for that matter. We were here just this year, waiting for our injections like convicts waiting for execution. Another toilet break and water cooler refreshment, and we went back to the corridor benches and sat down, talking about the simpsons. But time's a wastin', so we moved on.&lt;br /&gt;We climbed to the third-storey, where we walked past the Maths room and counselling room. Strange. No one in my six years ever needed to go into that room. The mystery of keeping sane. We then ran Counter-strike style to the Social Studies room. And man, were we hot. Shawn and I, stupid as ever, ran into the room. Lucky us. A teacher was just passing by. We hid behind the door, calm. Calm! What the! How do we remain calm when a teacher is passing by the door! Little did we know, but the teacher actually opened the door and peeked inside the room. Who knows? Either she was supernaturally blinded, or me and shawn just picked the right hiding place. We came out smiling, as if this was part of daily life. Erm. Right.&lt;br /&gt;We then circled the staffroom and went into the art room. The art room. Where we discovered Mrs Loh's anger management problem."Ern Chuen! Don't waste the paint! Each one $10!" Sweet memories. And then we went into the science room, admiring Shawn's "beautiful" work of art. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the PA room and Counter-strike style once again opened the door. We actually heard some voices but don't know where it came from, no one was in that room. For the third time today, we dashed out in a jiffy.(come to think of it, this is a part of daily life) Scary? No. Fun? Of Course.&lt;br /&gt;We went down again and took the bridge to the P5 classroom blocks. The bridge, as it is affectionately known, is often used to "ferry"(is that a correct word?) us to the classroom blocks. We then went to another haunt of the cleaners, the table just in front of the bridge. It was there that I missed a supplementary lessons. Oh c'mon, it's not my fault. It's Cheam's fault for picking of all places, a cleaner's haunt for supplementary.&lt;br /&gt;We took yet another water break.(how much water does one actually need? We could drown ourselves drinking too much!) We climbed up to the third floor again and looked into the classroom for the last time. Everything happened there, and I really mean everything. Vivek threw an apple onto the wall(leaving a permanent mark...), Elvin's pencil box was thrown into the fan by yours truly, evverrything....Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;We now approach the climax of our tour. We were saving it for the last part of the tour. It was time to scale the highest point in DLS, the clock tower. And there it looms, over DLS. Why on earth do we want to climb the clock tower? What a stupid question! Bcos it's there! And lo and behold, guess who we meet there? ------- and -----.(sry, I have to keep the names classified)  They too have tried to climb the clock tower, but was driven down by nothing else but fear I guess. I have no idea how ------, ----- ---, ------ and ---- suddenly materialised in front of me. Back to the story. Jonas, Me, ------- and ---- were to make the first ascent to the top--and i emphasise the word top, not halfway--of the clocktower. The rest will stay down there and keep watch, which I admit gives me some peace of mind. If I'm not wrong, I went first. When we reached the first platform(which was made out of paper, don't ever think of standing on it), fear started to kick in. Your muscles freeze, your hands start trembling and your feet starts wobbling. Let me tell you, it is not a good feeling. I nearly reached the top of the first platform when fear got a hold. Trust me, it was scary. My involuntarily muscle climbed down the ladder(that's an understatement), until I reached Jonas behind me. Jonas said something I honestly did not expect, "You haven't climbed this far to turn back. I'll climb with you." So we climbed on, almost side by side. And finally, we saw a ray of sunlight. That's it. The fear almost disappeared. I can bet my money that in all the years of DLS, since the school was built, no one has ever reached the summit. I won't argue about who reached first, but let's just say we reached there as a team. Stepping onto the platform, you have to say some famous words right? But the best I could cook up is "Oh my God". Honestly, this experience was life-changing. I'll tell you what I learnt afterward.&lt;br /&gt;------- and ---- reached the summit next. We spent the next few minutes breathing in the magnificent view and taking pictures. I can not describe the feeling with just a keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;The descent, in my opinion, was much easier, mainly because your more sure of yourself. Hearing the description of the summit, 3 more wanted to join us:Shawn, Joel and ----. After more planning, we set off. First it was Jonas with Shawn. But Jonas moved much quicker. Why? Shawn was freaked out--really freaked out--not even halfway there. Joel continued up, overtaking Shawn in no time. I was next. I had to stop with Shawn, c'mon, how could you leave him behind. I wished I had a camera with me to take a picture of how freaked out Shawn looked. I had to yell at Shawn before he finally started moving. At a snail's pace is an misnomer. He was moving more like a sloth. When we finally reached the summit, Shawn muscles had frozen. We took more pictures again and remember 17th November 2006 as the day the clocktower was scaled. It was there that the secret 7 was formed. I'll be honest, I did not want to go back down.&lt;br /&gt;So what have I learnt? Through all hard times, we must persevere.&lt;br /&gt;James 1:12 "Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, because when he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him." You might not like in the first place, but it produces a harvest of godliness and goodness. "And God is faithful; he will not let you be tested beyond your power to remain firm, He will give you the strenght to endure, and so provide you a way out." 1 Corinthian 10:13 That way out came in the warm rays of the sunlight that urged me to continue the final steps up. Jonas said once again I did not expect him to say."This is what it must feel when God encourages you up all the way to the top." And the harvest? A magnificent view of the school and a wonderful time with friends.&lt;br /&gt;OK, back to the tour. No wait, it just ended. I realised I haven't done something very important. Dedications. Ok, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;Shawn: What's up, hottie? Funny, hot, cute, all rolled into one package. The one who introduced me to Simpsons. Always laughing! Rock on man!&lt;br /&gt;Jonas: Hey, little hobbit! Your hair, I'm going to miss it the most. It's comical, the way you love Shawn and yet still strangle him. Maths wizard, got into Hwa Chong. Don't disappoint me, rock on!&lt;br /&gt;Nathan: Berboi! Honestly, you have a natural sense of humour. Can laugh myself to death by ur jokes. The next time I see you, I want you to kill me with the best joke. Stay funny!&lt;br /&gt;Shakthi: Man, do u irritate me sometimes. And yet, your sense of humour makes me laugh, thought it hails in comparision to Nathan. Rock on!&lt;br /&gt;Joel: Yeah, we fought, so what? You still rock as a sports leader!.Stay the same!&lt;br /&gt;Keegan: Yo, cool dude! Your basketball is the best, always laughing. Stay shuai forever!&lt;br /&gt;Brandon: I know you won't read this, but what the heck. You're so cute! Honestly! I always want to squeeze ur cheeks as hards as I can! Rock on, you "adorable overgrown baby".&lt;br /&gt;Sherry: I said it bfore I'll say it again, my childish mentality of girls changed when I met you. ALways smiling and laughing(seems to b a trend for all best friends), rock on!&lt;br /&gt;Livia: I honestly do not understand why I hated you in P4. You rock so much! Stay the same!&lt;br /&gt;Cass: Hey, miss bi gu. Your basketball is second best(i mean that in a good way, who can beat keegan?), and your trek and field is the best! Maintain your hunger for God!&lt;br /&gt;Celeste: When i was in P5, some E-class people told me how bad u are. BUt after one year with you, I can say to them with the deepest of conviction, "Celeste rocks!" Keep that stare up, it slices to the heart!&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Super good in art! And your trek and field rocks too! Get into your dream school and rock on!&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm going to miss this school. I can say to God with all my heart,"God, you have been so good. You provided me with such good friends. God you have been so good. So good to me." Friends are friends forever, if the Lord's the Lord of them. And a friend wil not say "never", cause the welcome will not end. Though it's hard to let you go, in the Father's hands we know, that a lifetime's not too long to live as friends. Looking at DLS from the outside, I realised I'm not saying goodbye to just a school. I'm saying goodbye to the bestest of friends and the best 6 years of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-116375717073476418?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/116375717073476418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=116375717073476418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/116375717073476418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/116375717073476418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2006/11/here-is-where-road-divides-here-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-116349833192812609</id><published>2006-11-14T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T22:53:46.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Very touched. Someone actually reads my post. So I am inspired to keep posting, even though only one person might be reading it.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming. Everyone in the world are celebrating Christmas, and yet not know what the meaning of Christmas is. They usually associate Christmas with presents, Christmas trees, Santa Claus(doesn't make sense actually) and all kinds of lunacy. What is the true meaning of Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you back to the beginning of the world. Long, long time ago, before even time began, God made the earth. The first humans, Adam and Eve were friends of God; they were &lt;strong&gt;made right with God&lt;/strong&gt;. But then sin entered this earth through disobedience. From then, humans were seperated from God and almost every human died. Not dying in a physical way, no, there's a worst kind of death. It's dying a spiritual death, being seperated from God for eternity. Satan actually thought he had won. But he didn't knew that the script was written already. God actually said to Satan, "And I will put enmity between you and the woman and between your offspring and hers; &lt;strong&gt;he will crush your head, &lt;/strong&gt;and you will strike his heel."&lt;br /&gt;The person who would crush Satan was born on Christmas night. For Jesus Christ didn't come to condemn the world, but to save the world.[John 3:17] He preached the good news to "repent, for the kingdom of God is at hand."&lt;br /&gt;"For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in him will not perish but have everlasting life." John 3:16&lt;br /&gt;Christ came into this world to save the world by dying for sins of everyone of you. "He was oppressed and afflicted, yet he did not open his mouth; he was led like a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is silent, so he did not open his mouth." [Isaiah 53:7] Like chuyi said, nails didn't keep Jesus on the cross. Love did. He loves you. He wants to spend eternity with you in paradise. What is the condition?&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely not through good works or observing the law. For whoever relies on observing the law is under a curse, for it is written,"Cursed is everyone who does not continue to do &lt;strong&gt;everything &lt;/strong&gt;written in the Book of Law."[Deut 27:26] makes sense to you? no? well, no one can obey &lt;strong&gt;everything &lt;/strong&gt;in the Book of Law. no, our righteousness are like filthy rags. What's the answer then? Faith. "The righteous will live by faith." [Habbakuk 2:4] Put your faith in Jesus Christ. If ur faith is in Jesus Christ, then I'll see you in the eternal kingdom my brother/sister. It's just a simple step into the light. Just say, "Jesus I need you. I &lt;strong&gt;believe&lt;/strong&gt; in you."&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I pray that whoever reads this would be willing to take that step into the light. If you are, tell me and I will pray with you.&lt;br /&gt;To think that Jesus Christ would actually die for me, I would tell myself "Unworthy. Unworthy." But then I realise another thing. Justified. Justified by faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-116349833192812609?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/116349833192812609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=116349833192812609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/116349833192812609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/116349833192812609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2006/11/very-touched.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-116320844957382722</id><published>2006-11-11T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T09:27:29.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was reading a book and saw this extremely, erm, accurate description of my King. I was given by Dr Shadrah Meshach Lockridge, and his message is entitled "My King is a Seven-way King".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible says my king is a seven-say king. He's the king of the Jews; that's a racial king. He's the king of Israel; that's a national king. He's the king of righteousness. He's the king of ages. He's the king of heaven. He's the king of glory. He's the king of kings. Besides being a seven-way king, He's the Lord of Lords. That's my king. Well, I wonder, do you know  Him?&lt;br /&gt;David said, "The heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament showeth His handiwork." My king is a sovereign king. No means of measure can define His limitless love. No far-seeing telescope can bring into visibility the coastline of His shoreless supply. No barrier can hinder Him from pouring out His blessing.&lt;br /&gt;He's enduringly strong. He's entirely sincere. He's eternally steadfast. He's immortally graceful. He's infinitely powerful. He's impartially merciful. Do you know Him?&lt;br /&gt;He's the greatest phenomenon that has ever crossed the horizon of this world. He's God's Son. He's the sinner's Saviour.He's the centerpice of civilisation. He stands in the solitude of Himself. He's honest and He's unique. He's unparalleled. He's unprecedented.&lt;br /&gt;He is the loftiest idea in literature. He's the highest personality in philosophy. He's the supreme problem in hihger criticsm. He's the fundamental doctrine of true theology. He's the core, the necessity for spiritual religion. He's the miracle of the ages. Yes, He is. He's the superlative of everything good that you choose to call Him. He's the only one qualified to be our all-sufficiency. I wonder if u know Him today.&lt;br /&gt;He supplies strength for the weak. He's available for the tempted and tried. He symphathises and He saces. He strengthens and sustains. He guards and He Guides. He heals the sick. He cleanses the lepor. He forgives the sinner. He discharges debtors. He delivers the captive. He defends the feeble. He blessed the young. He serves the unfortunate. He regards the aged. He rewards the diligent. And He beautififes the meek. I wonder if you know him.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is my king. He's the key to knowledge. He's the wellspring of wisdom. He's the doorway to deliverance. He's the pathway of peace. He's the roadway of righteousness. He's the highway of holiness. He's the gateway of glory. Do you know him?&lt;br /&gt;Well, His office is manifold. His promise is sure. His life is matchless. His goodness if limitless. His mercy is everlasting. His love never changes. His word is enough. His grace is sufficient. His reign is righteous. His yoke is easy and His burden is light. I wish I could describe Him to you.&lt;br /&gt;He's indescribable. He's imcomprehensible. He's invincible. He's irresistable. Well, you can't get him out of your mind. You can't get Him off of your hand. You can't outlive Him and you can't live without Him. The Pharisees couldn't stand Him, but they found they couldn't stop Him. Pilate couldn't find any fault in Him. Herod couldn't kill Him. Death couldn't handle Him, and the grave couldn't hold Him. THAT'S MY KING!&lt;br /&gt;And Thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever and ever and ever and ever! How long is that? And ever and ever! And when you get through with all the forevers, then amen. Good God Almighty! Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my king, Jesus Christ the Messiah. Now, I wonder, do you know Him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-116320844957382722?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/116320844957382722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=116320844957382722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/116320844957382722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/116320844957382722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-was-reading-book-and-saw-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-116097881970840252</id><published>2006-10-16T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T16:04:07.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 287px; HEIGHT: 232px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I_Ye46bwFBU" width="287" height="232" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;everyone remembers where you were when 911 occured. but where were the day after 911? how did you feel? i remember when i was in P1, watching the news on TV. i didn't know what's happening. what i did know was a huge number of people are going to die. the day after, i had this feeling of deseolation, of hopelessness. little did i know that God had actually planned this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;let me show u something. u dont need to believe it. im jus illustrating a point. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a276/ernchuen/FacesSmokeNewDCaprio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so what's my point? the enemy was behind the attacks. he wanted to demoralise the world. he wanted people to start blaming God. he wanted people to say," What kind of God could allow such a thing to happen?" But God had other plans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;in the video, did you see what the firemen saw? no? well, they saw a cross. standing upright. now what are the chances of a steel girder, falling from a few hundrew metres, and landing upright? it's a miracle. from that day, it had become a refuge for the workers, and a safe place for a city deeply traumatized by such an incomprehensible tragedy. It had become a place where men could go to find peace in the midst of the senseless maelstrom that surrounded them. This naked steel girder cross became for many, a shelter in the midst of a storm. Men prayed there. They looked for answers to the uncertainties and tragedies of life. They took account of their own lives. They looked to the One who hung on a cross so many years ago, and found refuge in the steadfast arms of Jesus. He was the One who made sense out of an Old Rugged Cross. Perhaps He could make sense out of this one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a276/ernchuen/cross-wtc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if u read Revelations, God says he's going to release judgement unto the world. it is pretty much the same for this. Satan saw this as a way of weakening the world. God saw way beyond this. that's why he planted the Cross in the midst of that darkness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yet, this cross symbolizes God's call and love for America, and the world for that matter. He is calling us to "repent, for the kingdom of God is near". my principal, Ms Lim, keeps saying that "it doesn't matter whether u are Christian, buddhist, taoist, muslim or hindu; u still have a god". still obviously doesn't read, or understand, the Bible. For Jesus says, "I am the Way, the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me."[John 14:6] God loved the world so much, he didn't just dumped them aside. he wanted them. the 911 was a wake-up call, repent, repent. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"This is what the Sovereign Lord, the Holy One of Israel says: 'In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength, but you would have none of it…Therefore you will flee…till you are left like a flagstaff on a mountaintop, like a banner on a hill." [Isaiah 30:15-18]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God loves you. Repent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;911 also showed me one thing: my God is alive. The one thing that survived the mass of carnage and steel when the towers collapsed was this magnificent, albeit twisted, steel girder cross. It was a sign that when everything falls apart, and the foundations are shaken, we can be sure that God is still on the throne. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Saviour, he can move the mountains. My God is mighty to save, he is mighty to save."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this song showed me that God can save you. he can heal you. but there is one condition. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"If My people, who are called by My name will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HUMBLE THEMSELVES AND PRAY AND SEEK MY FACE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, then will I hear from heacen...forgive their sin and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HEAL THEIR LAND&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." [2 Chronicles 7:14]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that's powerful. God will heal us. there is no mountain to tall God cannnot move. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"'My grace is sufficient for you, my power is made perfect in weakness.'".[2 Corinthians 12:9]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"The Lord your God is with you. He is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MIGHTY TO SAVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;." [Zephaniah 3:7]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 259px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6XDvqxL2Nrc" width="274" height="259" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so this is my final point: in the midst of this darkness, there is a hope a light that burns. the hope is in the cross.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-116097881970840252?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/116097881970840252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=116097881970840252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/116097881970840252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/116097881970840252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2006/10/everyone-remembers-where-you-were-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-116038406168765047</id><published>2006-10-09T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T16:54:22.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 Samuel 6:1-5 "david again brought together out of Israel chosen men, thirty thousand in all. he and all his men set out from Baalah of Judah to bring up from there the ark of God, which is called by the Name, the name of the Lord Almighty, who is enthroned between the cherubim that are on the ark."[vs 1] u see, in the old testament, the ark of God symbolises the presence of God. it symbolises the glory of God. they would be carry it around and the presence of God would follow them.&lt;br /&gt;"they set the ark of God on a new cart and brought it from the house of Abinadab, which was on the hill. Uzzah and Ahio, sons of Abinadab, were guiding the new cart with the ark of God on it, and Ahio was walking in front of it. David and the whole house of Israel were celebrating WITH ALL THEIR MIGHT."[vs 5] WITH ALL THEIR MIGHT. God is raising up a generation who will not turn up for church and do a nice little clap and a nice little handwave, he's raising up a generation that will worship him WITH ALLL THEIR MIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;you see, i believe the church will be the biggest party on the planet. not the sporting event, not the turn of the century or even millenium, not a rock concert, not anything else, it should be in the house of God because the Almighty God is there in great power. and there were celebrating with all their might.&lt;br /&gt;you see the devil wants to make the church dead and boring. he's trying to quiet it down. you know why? cause dead ppl make no noise. imagine ur in a funeral, and a dead person suddenly pops out and say "Hi!" it will scare you to death.&lt;br /&gt;they were celebrating with all their might. God is not looking for a generation that will give him 98%, or even 99.9999999999%, he's looking for a generation that will give him a 100%. because he's the most high God, he is worthy of my praise, he is worthy of more noise, he is worthy of more passion, he is worthy of more hunger!&lt;br /&gt;"David and the whole house of Israel were celebrating with all their might before the Lord, with songs..."[vs 5]&lt;br /&gt;u should have been in the Fesetival of Praise 2005. at the last day, everyone was on their feet and jumping. even old ppl. it was incredible.&lt;br /&gt;2 Samuel 6:8-11 "Then David was angry because the Lord's wrath had broken out against Uzzah, and to this day that place is called Perez Uzzah. David was afraid of the Lord that day and said. "How can the ark of the Lord ever come to me? he was not willing to take the ark of the Lordto be with him in the City of David. Instead, he took it aside to the house of Obed-Edom the Gittite. The ark of the Lord remained in the house of Obed-Edom the Gittite for three months, AND THE LORD BLESSED HIM AND HIS ENTIRE HOUSEHOLD." you see, when you chase after the presence of God, when the presence of God comes to your house, the blessings of God follow. he blessed him and his entire household! you want to live in the blessings of God, you want God to come and pour his power and spirit, you want to feel the presence of God, you want to be healed, delivered, saved, set free, then you got to pursue the presence of God!!&lt;br /&gt;2 samuel 6:12-14 "Now King david was told. ' The Lord has blessed the household of Obed-Edom and everything he has, because of the ark of GOd.' So david went down and brought up the ark of God from the house of Obed-Edom..."[vs 12] wat!! david didn't even want the ark of God in the first place. and when the ark came to Obed-Edom, he said "okay", and then david comes and takes it away. not fair.&lt;br /&gt; "So David went down and brought up the ark of God from the house of Obed-Edom to the City of Dabid with rejoicing. When those who were carrying the ark of the Lord had taken six steps, he sacrificed a bull and a fatterned calf. Davd, wearing a linen ephod, danced before the Lord WITH ALL HIS MIGHT."&lt;br /&gt;the bible says he became a doorkeeper or a gatekeeper in the house of God. he was so hungry, he said, " my name might be Obed-Edom, server of the wilderness, but i've got to pursue the presence of God!"&lt;br /&gt;your youth group, your church, your life, you need to pursue where God is! pursue it with all your might. he was a gatekeeper. what's a gatekeeper? a gatekeeper was responsible for keeping the ark in the house of God. God's maked you a gatekeeper of his presence for this generation. not only was he a gatekeeper but he was a musician. you say," im not musical", well sure you are. your whole body is a musical instrument. when you have stomach problems, you're the double bass. :fart: when you sleep, you are a percussive instrument. :snores: when you walk in the morning, you make noise. you sing in the shower. you comp your hair, you can hear it. especially the girls. i hope mr ang doesn't see this, but when he combs his hair, there isn't any noise, because there is not hair. u are a musican of God. u might not be able to play the piano, the guitar or the drums, but you are God's instruments! you are God's voice to shout, you got a voice to shout, you got hands to clap, you got feet to jump!!&lt;br /&gt;he was a musician. let's be the greatest musicians ever known. sing like u've nvr sing. shout like u've never shout. dance like u've nvr dance. give like u've nvr give. jump like u've nvr jump.&lt;br /&gt;he was a musician. he also looked after the treasure. see God annointed him to look after the treasure of the house. God wants this generation to look after the treasure of his presence of the house. he wants you. if you say, "when im older', no, now!! it does not matter how old you are, you are God's vehicle to look after d treasure of the house of God!&lt;br /&gt;the bible also says he is a descendant of the sons of Korah. sons of Korah wrote psalms. he was a descendant. he knew. he had it in his spirit. and they wrote my favourite psalms....&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 84&lt;br /&gt;"How lovely is your dwelling place, O Lord Almighty! My soul yearns, even faints for the courts of the Lord!"[Vs 1] There're times when i don't even know what to say. it's that feeling of yearn. it's like "Arh!!!God!!!! i want you!!!" yearning.&lt;br /&gt;"My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God. Even the sparrow has found a home; a swallow a nest for herself where she may have a place for your young, a place near your altars O Lord Almighty, my King And my God! Blessed are those who dwell in your courts...."[Vs 4]&lt;br /&gt;not those who just sit around, stand on the outsitde, who dwell, who just abide there, who just want to be there. blessed are those who dwell.&lt;br /&gt;you see Obed-Edom had the presence of the Lord come to his house, he wanted to be where it is cause blessing follow if he dwells in the house of God.&lt;br /&gt;".....there are ever praising you."&lt;br /&gt;Ps Russel Evan's grandma has always dwelled in the house of God. she would be always praising. she went through some hard times. she was lying in india dying of smallpox, being there as a missionary for 5 yrs. as she lyed in bed, she said " Jesus,  you haven't called me to die in India, you called me to win India." and Jesus walked into the room, grabbed her hand and said "I haven't called you to die in India., i've called you to live in India, i've called you to win India." and the power of God came on her body and she was completely healed from the top of her head to the tip of the toe. there wasn't even a mark left on her body. for 27 yrs, she served in India, and then in New Guinea and back to Australia. and she was always praising.&lt;br /&gt;"Blessed are those whose strength is in you, who have set their hearts on pilgrimage."[Vs 5]&lt;br /&gt;what have you put ur strength in? is it your friends, is it your parents, is it yourself? that all wears out. but when your strength is in Him, whose heart is set on a pilgrimage. see being a christian is a journey. but if u just walk out from church evryday being changed ur leaving the journey God has called you to take. he wants you to walk into higher things. God is going to cause you to soar on eagle's wings. he's going to give u dreams, visions. he's going to heal ur heart, why, so that you can stop pursueing, no, for u to keep pursueing. it says this....&lt;br /&gt;"As they passs through the Valley of Baca, they make it a place of springs; the autumn rains also cover it with pools. They go from strength to strength, till each appears before God in Zion."[Vs 7]&lt;br /&gt;i am sick of seeing people encounter God and peter out. God wants you to go from strength to strength, he wants to give u an annointing, a breakthrough. &lt;br /&gt;"Hear my prayer, O Lord God Almighty; listen to me, O God of Jacob. Look upon our shield, O God; look with favour on ur annointed one."[Cs 8-9]&lt;br /&gt;there it is. Obed-Edom, server of the wilderness, pursueing the Lord with all his might, became all doorkeeper. and here's my favourite part....&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Better is one day in Your courts than a thousand elsewhere&lt;/strong&gt;."[Vs 10]&lt;br /&gt;better is one day in God's presence than a thousand elsewhere. than a thousand days of being the richest person, than being the most popular person, better is one day in God's courts.&lt;br /&gt;"I would rather be a &lt;em&gt;doorkeeper&lt;/em&gt; in the house of my God than dwell in the tents of the wicked."[vs 10[&lt;br /&gt;you see Obed-Edom was named server of the wilderness. his life became server of the house.&lt;br /&gt;Song:Don't pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Planetshakers&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;[Verse]&lt;br /&gt;My heart it longs&lt;br /&gt;My soul it thirsts for more&lt;br /&gt;For more of You&lt;br /&gt;I'm reaching out&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting here for more&lt;br /&gt;For more of You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pre-chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Cause all&lt;br /&gt;I want is You&lt;br /&gt;And all I need&lt;br /&gt;Is to be here with You&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry&lt;br /&gt;For Your fire&lt;br /&gt;I'm desperate&lt;br /&gt;Your my one desire&lt;br /&gt;Jesus,Please don't pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Cause I need You&lt;br /&gt;More than ever&lt;br /&gt;I'm thirsty&lt;br /&gt;For a touch from heaven&lt;br /&gt;Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Please don't pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Don't pass me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse]&lt;br /&gt;[Pre-chorus]&lt;br /&gt;[chorus x 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry for you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry for you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry for you.&lt;br /&gt;So hungry for you.&lt;br /&gt;[x 2]&lt;br /&gt;I'm desperate for you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm desperate for you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm desperate for you.&lt;br /&gt;So desperate for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this be the prayer of ur heart evryday. i'm hungry for you. i'm desperate for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-116038406168765047?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/116038406168765047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=116038406168765047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/116038406168765047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/116038406168765047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2006/10/2-samuel-61-5-david-again-brought.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-114724278144137458</id><published>2006-05-10T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T09:33:48.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what are your passions? what gets u up in the morning? what drives u throughout the day? now im going to share with u some of my passions. see, the thing about passions is that if u don't share, that it is not ur passion isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;one of my passions is chewing gum. i luv chewing gum. another thing is ice cream. i luv ice cream. luv it. i think that's my favourite food in all the world. another thing is worship. i luv 2 worship. im so passionate about worshipping. i'm passionate of Jesus, passionate of my frens, passionate of tis world. tis world is my passion cause if they only know Jesus. oh, tis are my passions.&lt;br /&gt;but d point is tat there are things tat we need 2 communicate 2 our world. there are passions in our heart that we keep locked up. but we can get passionate about things tat mean nothing. i can get passionate about ice-cream and what does that do? i jus gain more weight. we can get passionate about stuff that gains nothing; that leads 2 nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 14:21&lt;br /&gt;"There is a way that seems right to a man but in d end it leads 2 death."&lt;br /&gt;What r u passionate about? is it stuff that leads to death? is it stuff that leads 2 nowhere?&lt;br /&gt;mayb it's lyk "if only i can b noticed". mayb it's even in d church. "if only my leader would notice me", and what we are doing is we are getting passionate about something with d wrong motice; something we are not called 2 do. if we get passionate about fame and popularity, it only leads 2 insecurity. tat's not d way of God.&lt;br /&gt;so then when we see someone tat gets elevated, we start pulling them now. now im guilty of tat. passionate about stuff tat lead 2 death.&lt;br /&gt;mayb some of us jus wan 2 be rich. if only i hav enough money. if only i hav enough d latest gadget. whatever is it that only is stuff tat consumes u and d bible says it leads 2 death.&lt;br /&gt;now im going 2 share with u a veggie tales.it's a story about Greedy Gretta. Greedy Gretta had a passion for yoddlers. so she went on tis quest 2 try n find a yoddler tat she could capture and bring back to her home and at any time she could get him 2 yoddle. and so he went n capture tis yoddler, put him in a glass cage and said tat if he didn't yoddle she would drop tis goo on him. but what happen was after getting one yoddler, her passion increased so one yoddler was enough. she had 2 get another yoddler. so she got another yoddler. and then another yoddler. and soon she captured all the yoddlers well in steps Larry Boy. Larry boy decides tat he will free all yoddlers. and so he dress as a yoddler, put up a concert and there was Greedy gretta. she captured him, brought him 2 her lair and he eventually freed all d yoddlers. see we can so laugh at stuff lyk tat. but we are exactly d same. once we have tis passions tat lead 2 death, one thing is not enough. we hav 2 get more and more and more. and so we get in tis perpetual wheel of more and more and we are not satisfied with the things we have. u see tis passions, they lead to death. they are only good for temporary. they have not eternal fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;now about Paul's passions.&lt;br /&gt;Hebrew 12:2&lt;br /&gt;"Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfector of our faith, who for d joy set before him endured d cross, scorning at shame and set down at the right hand of the throne of God"&lt;br /&gt;u are his passion.what was it that caused him to stand in the garden and be captured by soldiers? what was it that caused him to walk d road to tat acourthouse where they falsely accused him? what was it tat caused him 2 stand they and take d whippings and abuse? u noe 40 whips can kill a man. he took 39 whips. what was it tat caused him 2 let the soldiers shoved a crown of thorns in his head? what was it that caused him 2 carry the cross on d Via Dolorosa up a hill? what was it tat caused him 2 let d soldiers nail his hands and legs to d cross? what was it that caused him to hang on d cross and die? YOU! YOU! you are his passion! u were d joy set before him! he looked through d corridors of time and said and doing if for u, u are my passion! if we only understood d love of God! every bit of pain and suffering, and to take the weight of the world on his shoulders, he was looking at u, looking at u, u are the passion, it's u. u are his passion. some ask does God really love me? duh. u r his passion, it's u. it's time we settle down in tis security tat does someone with his arms around us, day in day out, no matter the trials, no matter the situation, no matter d circumstance, does someone tat paid a price for u. he lobes u. u are his passion.&lt;br /&gt;now another thing is found in Exodus 34:14&lt;br /&gt;"u must worship no other gods, but only no true one, cause his a God that is passionate about his relationship with u."&lt;br /&gt;jesus said im so passionate about my relationship with my children. i wan 2 ignyte a fire in someone's heart tat d fire of God will begin 2 burn in us, why so we can connect with him. what is worship? it's connecting with him? what is d presence of God? it's all about connecting with him. what is mercy? a road 2 relationship. what is grace? a road to relationship. what is forgiveness? a road 2 relationship. so in d garden, there was a seperating of relationship. so God set about a plan 2 send his Son. relationship. oh, he loves u. he loves u cant u feel it. from now on, connect him, love him, talk to him, enpower him. oh, he loves u. he loves u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-114724278144137458?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/114724278144137458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=114724278144137458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/114724278144137458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/114724278144137458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-are-your-passions-what-gets-u-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-114687775631318401</id><published>2006-05-06T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T09:16:18.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hi again!! I'm not sure whether anyone reads my posts. to b honest, d purpose of me asking u 2 come is 2 read my posts and not tag. well, u can tag if u wan, but reading the post is more important. From now, i shall go into dept about my lasts post about accepting Jesus as Lord and Saviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does love mean to u? Is it a crush, puppy love or true love? When i think of love, i think of Christ. in fact, love is Christ. Christ is d ultimate example of love. i think no song illustrates tis better than the song "Give it Away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by: Michael W Smith&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;She asked him for forever&lt;br /&gt;And a promise that would last&lt;br /&gt;He said, Babe, you know I love you&lt;br /&gt;But I can't commit to that&lt;br /&gt;She said Love isn't love'&lt;br /&gt;Til you give it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A father lived in silence&lt;br /&gt;Saw his son become a man&lt;br /&gt;There was a distance felt between them&lt;br /&gt;'Cause he could not understand&lt;br /&gt;That love isn't love&lt;br /&gt;'Til you give it away&lt;br /&gt;You gotta give it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;As we live&lt;br /&gt;Moving side by side&lt;br /&gt;May we learn to give&lt;br /&gt;Learn to sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can entertain compassion&lt;br /&gt;For a world in need of care&lt;br /&gt;But the road of good intentions&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't lead to anywhere&lt;br /&gt;'Cause love isn't love&lt;br /&gt;'Til you give it away&lt;br /&gt;You gotta give it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a river&lt;br /&gt;Flowing down from the giver of life&lt;br /&gt;We drink from the water&lt;br /&gt;And our thirst is no longer denied&lt;br /&gt;You gotta give it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There was a man who walked on water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He came to set the people free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He was the ultimate example of what love can truly be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'Cause his love was his life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And he gave it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta give it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wan u to take a look at the words in blue. Who is that man? It was none other than Jesus Christ. Perfect example for love. Love is the willingness to sacrifice. Jesus loved all of u so much, he was willing 2 give ur life for u, even before u called his name. on tat day, he took d weight of the world on his shoulders. he truly suffered a lot. think of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-114687775631318401?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/114687775631318401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=114687775631318401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/114687775631318401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/114687775631318401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2006/05/hi-again-im-not-sure-whether-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26371940.post-114627102884473770</id><published>2006-04-02T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T09:41:25.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi all!&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my new blog! I have learnt a lot in my walk with God since last year and am itching to tell u guys everything.(kinda impossible) So I will start the ball rolling now. I know i should have typed this on Easter but better late than never.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce u guys to joe. He was just a normal guy like u when he was three. now on his way to a holiday, his family was approaching a toll. suddenly, chaos. a monster truck lost control and crashed into a car. and it didn't stop there. it continued smashing through the whole line of cars and finally into the family's car. once it hit the car, it caught fire. and joe was siting in the back seat. the family got out unharmed but suddenly remembered they forgot joe. a man rushed into the car and rescued joe. he was truly burnt to the skin. he was rushed to the hospital and given a operation. almost all of his skin was burnt. and prayers were going up for him in the waiting room. and finally, the doctors managedto rescue him. it's hard to describe how he looked. his nose was almost gone and his mouth was a small slit. and his hand..his hands. they looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Y. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Almost half of both his hands were gone. he had tot wear a helmet for almost the whole of his childhood. he didn't blame God. he didn't blame anyone. when his mum showed him the mirror and asked him who was in it, he would say, "It's me! Joe!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;now he's twenty years old and married. how many guys u know could shoot a three-pointer with half a hand? he believed in God. He hoped in God. and this is what i want to talk about 2day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;now, there is a air-stewardess who also got burnt during d SQ crash. she looked much better than joe. now compare what joel said to her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Joe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Having Jesus in my life makes me who i am. u can take away my fingers, u can take away my toes, but u cant take away my being. now even if i had fingers and toes, would it be any change to my being?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Air-stewardess:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;"I know there is some hope in this world, but i do not know it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;During the court case against the truck driver:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;" This is my prayer for u: that u will know the grace of God. let us not consume our lifes with hate, for hate brings misery. instead let us surround ourselves with love, unconditional love, that comes from God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;During the court case against the ppl who caused the crash:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;" I will never forgive u."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Joe accepted the fact that he could change his outside, but he believe he could change his inside and that's the first point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) i have hope!&lt;br /&gt;I can change my inside!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Heb 6:19 This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast and which enter the Presence behind the veil."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rom 5:5 Hope doesn't disappoint because the love of God has been p9oured into our heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are many times when we put our hope in friends, objects and so on. And u will usually be disappointed. WE HAVE TO PUT OUR HOPE IN GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Hope brings life and purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rom 8:28 God will make all this work together for the good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;GOD WILL NOT DISAPPOINT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the christians reading this post, who do u believe God is?&lt;br /&gt;i believe God is an all-powerful being, my Father, my Friend, my Comfort, my Shelter, my Refuge, my everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why are we victorious?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1)Jesus is alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus rose from the dead!&lt;br /&gt;Witnesses: John 11:13&lt;br /&gt;1 Cor 15:3-8 He appeared to more than 500 of his brothers.&lt;br /&gt;John 20:19 Jesus stood among the disciples and said "peace be with you"&lt;br /&gt;John 21:1,14&lt;br /&gt;Luke 24:15,34 Jesus came and walked with 2 disciples.&lt;br /&gt;John 20:26-27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark 16:19-20 Jesus was taken to heaven and he sat at the right hand of God.&lt;br /&gt;Joe's body was disfigured.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus rose from the dead on Sunday. It had a special meaning for Joe. He looked forward to the day he will meet God face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What does Jesus' death and ressurection mean to u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It means to me that Jesus gave us ultimate victory and hope over death. it means to me tha Jesus brought us life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;John 11:25 Jesus iss the ressurection and life. anyone who believes in him will live, even though he dies. Jesus has the power of life and death.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus will come back and receive u.&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes u might think u r not good enough for God. but...&lt;br /&gt;A murderer was good enough for God. He was Moses. God used him mightily.&lt;br /&gt;A theif was good enough for God. He was Zacheus. God used him mightily.&lt;br /&gt;A persecutor was good enough for God. He was Paul. God also used him mightily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I AM GOOD ENOUGH FOR GOD! GOD WILL USE MY MIGHTILY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God gave me victory!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to those non-christians, u might think: what does it have to do with me. in fact, my purpose for this post is mainly for u. jesus took the weight of the world on his shoulders for u. if he didn't, u will die.&lt;br /&gt;So, christians, who do u believe God is? what does jesus' death and ressurection mean to u? and the ultimate questions to all none believers, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;DO U ONE TO ACCEPT JESUS AS UR LORD AND SAVIOUR? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26371940-114627102884473770?l=-non-conformist-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/feeds/114627102884473770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26371940&amp;postID=114627102884473770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/114627102884473770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26371940/posts/default/114627102884473770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-non-conformist-.blogspot.com/2006/04/hi-all-welcome-to-my-new-blog-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Ern Chuen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04135596829766108972</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
